Grey

Drowning as They seek refuge,

in the arms of The Ones who abandoned them. 

The symphony of sighs serenade The Cruel,

as heads go under. 

Those, 

who shine like rays of light, 

wade through the water. 

Stop, They cry out, 

as The Ones on land gyrate. 

The ordeal unfolds

as I sat back and watch, 

With white blood running through my black veins. 

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