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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