Nyx
there's a reason we scream at the night sky
shrieks of silver and crimson blood
and wanderlust
that will never be fulfilled
it's a part of us
and we're a part of it
eternities lining our veins and filling our lungs
a sweet release of energy
of truth unknown
something we crave but will never find
erased from without and stored within
clawing at our skin
ripping at our thoughts
there's a reason we scream at the night sky
and there's a reason the night sky screams back
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