Shining like a knife,
dark in the light,
as alike as
anything can be.
To this I owe,
nothing.
And yet,
I come back,
again, again.
Anger rears,
but I pay no heed,
for Fear
is beyond such things.
Shining like a knife,
dark in the light,
as alike as
anything can be.
To this I owe nothing.
And yet, I come back
again and again.
Anger rears,
but I pay no heed,
for Fear
is beyond such things.