Blood runs cold
Clotted and thick
Drops splatter onto the tiled floor
Squeezes between the unseen cracks
They reach out with fire
Burn the bridges of humanity
How easy it is to take a life
When life's meaning is lost
In the cracks in the universe
Yet they speak like we do
They laugh, they cry
They bleed and once they dreamed
But we stand poles apart
On the edge of extremity
The uninhibited and the inhibited
My blood runs hot
And theirs is cold
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