Static in the sky
voices in the wind
bleeding polka dots
oozing through the clouds
whispering my name
the wind calls me
the static finds me
no matter where I go
the sun blinds me
pulls the prism of the clouds
through my bleeding eyes
the rays of light
pierce my brain
like the lobotomist's knife
I crave the cold night
the darkness and comfort
of the shadows' light
It calls me
It won't let me go
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