Black is the sincerest color. It is darkness and shadow, deprivation of the senses. The pool I float in, looking up at clouds until up and down lose their meaning.

I’m stuck inside this envelope
Sealed with spit and polish
Appeal to the masses, taking more classes
At the school of hard knocks
It’s a popular college

I’m frozen in this time
Paralyzed and pensive
I have nothing to do but to think about what I’ve been through
I’m into you but you’re apprehensive

I jumped into the abyss
I bounced, I bounced back
I’m still on the edge
I jumped into this
I want to go back
I’m not finished yet

I can’t move from this place
Too much on my plate
Was it fast enough or good enough or strong enough
Or long enough or bright enough now
Was it too late?

I slipped and fell into love
Slept through most of the drive
Can I get enough love to last all night
All my life in your arms just to keep me alive

I jumped into the abyss
I bounced, I bounced back
I’m still on the edge
I jumped into this
I want to go back
I’m not finished yet

This tense and contentious physicality can be felt viscerally, with a quickened pulse and adrenaline flowing through veins like falling stars. Burning and cooling, I must plunge my body deep into the icy waters to forge a tempered soul. The form I take, the weapons I choose are blades for both hands, dual attacks, no shield, because one has no need to defend against living, and one cannot defend against death.

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