They were the darkest eyes he'd ever seen.
Midnight snow.
When the night feels like day
and the day feels like night.
Purple leaves falling on the brush of a bed.
He couldn't help but feel confused by those eyes,
their purity conflicted with the steel of a hideous ring.
And the poison of an innocence corrupted.
All around him, the poison seeped through
Million dollar cars and million dollar smiles.
But the eyes remained,
Hard and blazen in the night,
Black as the charred moth.
White as the ruffled sheets.
And he couldn't help but wonder
Why the stars existed tonight, tonight,
While Midnight snow blanketed the ghost Sun.
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