I didn't know how thick the tow,
would wash and consume in heavy flow.
Falling down deep in silent sound,
The quiet overtakes and I drown.
Rushing in, sweet bitter sin,
What happened to who I was within?
All goes dark, that black ironic Mark,
Red fades to gray then to nothings stark.
Black is new, this darkened hue,
But blissful in a twisted view.
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