The rage is so complete
Numb, it renders him curiously
Fingers freeze

The cuts on his skin aren't beautiful
In pain wrapped yet numb

His body, like a flower with numb ankles
Is pinned down with fright

Pinned with delicate precision to the ground
Yet he prides in the deftness of the process

Nerves he shored to stomach the vices

Even the night dwelling humans presented no further threat to the ambience of his mind

His eyes are implored with a grin as wide as heaven's gate

Sometimes too cold, the eyes of heaven shines

That's the  beauty that makes the heart adore him

He settled into his nest, like a bird
And black eyes glitter in return...

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