My blue veins are turning black,
Blood rushing to obscure corners;
Turning frenzy into madness,
Chaos on the borders.
Bohemianism smitten on the roads,
Walking in passive directions;
Glory around the corners,
Riot at every intersection.
Shooting colours from the canvas,
Drown every scream;
Away from all this,
Heaven sleeps in peace.
dISTANT to the pain of random,
Kicking in its dreams.
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