It came down to this
So much blue no longer bliss
You killed with words and meaning
The man I was used to being
Until I was left with no choice
But to respond to that tenebrous voice
Becoming a shadow in the dark
My words found their bark
My hands found the knife
Then with scant regard for strife
I thrust at the demon who took away my life
........
Now the morning has come
I can see what I've done
And the sun has never seemed so yellow
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