Chiaroscuro—
Eater of souls:
Darkness that swallows the light.
From the blackness
A hand, a face, a blunt
Wordless cry of pain.
Fragments, fragments again.
Men seek this madness,
Pay dearly for it.
On the eternal canvas,
The torturous dance begins—
A whirl, a turn, a dip—
A truth fading to the edges.
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