You taught me Them

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When my eyes met yours,

The pain of childhood paused.

And new forgotten emotions came to life.

 

Green, red, black became the colours of day,

Yet colourless remained the torture that is night.

And every undead moment became trouble and strife.

 

You gave meaning to those seven sins,

Taught these hidden organs to sing.

And they came slowly dripping from a single knife.