The hands that paint the darkness, deep as the night, deep as shadows. The hands that paint the darkness in my mind, in my eyes, in the sky, whose hands? Painted darkness on the walls of time, left behind, a cryptic ultimatum. Whose hands paint the darkness, the deep and silent darkness? The darkness inside me, the darkness I see in your eyes, in their eyes, in all the watching eyes. It is yours, it is mine, and theirs. The hands that paint the darkness, are they mine?
Nokturnne Community Member 
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