When Flesh Came Out Of The Sun

That hollow point where your skin turns to ash
At the end of the stairs there’s something for pale minds
Behind the maze, a straight circle to gaze upon
Surreal to combine the crippled and the cursed

To stare
To make your eyes bleed

Sun, you make my eyes so sore
The blood makes you a beauty
But that beauty comes short when transparent skin hides you
And the world turns to flesh

In lines the empty stares was held
And then none of them made a move
Because out of the line were the eyeless one
Beyond the comprehended foothold, beyond the fleshly sights
The point, the stairs, the maze and the combination
Noone else but him could understand

To stare
To make your eyes bleed

Sun, you make my eyes so sore
The blood makes you a beauty
But that beauty comes short when transparent skin hides you
And the world turns to flesh

Please, don’t make my eyes blind for the beauty
Instead, take them away so I could understand it

As the flesh came out of the sun

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