Generation
Fire of my hair involves you.
I don't belong to this world -
Close eyes and I will disappear.
I took a knife and have cut a palm
Black blood dripped on a floor -
Drops turned to rose-petals.
You see it the eyes.
I will destroy kingdom,
To rescue the I smother.
I don't belong to this world -
Your lie won't wound me.
You can see me,
Only because you want it.
I generation of your imagination.
Return me back in a hell.
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