My metal rusts in the night air
--

ashes
to nerve gasses
dust
to lust
do I still bleed
or will I just
rust
away

to the great divide
where souls collide
corrode
striving to explode
in full color
instant lovers

ripping their skin away
calling their kin to play
dance on like fools
twisted as tools

at work on the divine machine
frag ment ing
this obscure scene
Night Drawing Me In
Beaches
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