This alley cradles my soul in the solace of its darkness Tossing my knife, playing with it, with no mark of kindness. My eyes reflect the devil's own, full of wrath and lies; As soon as I release my grip from this, I know, someone dies. My muscles tensing, as I crave for a release; While this unexplained agony makes my soul unease. The darkness enveloping my soul in a solitude I cannot
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