If I go, will you follow me out of
the dark and into the yellow paint sun,
Bathe in the golden light, coalesced and
Congealed in the glow like paraffin wax?
When we stand in the dawn we are exposed
When you see, what will you do? Will you run?
Will you return to the darkness alone?
Follow me. It is not a request, nor
is it a promise- it is a warning.
Follow me, or I will paint you in a
new light, harsh and cold and vibrantly bright
accentuated only by my hands
I will paint you until I drive you blind
So all you see is only light and me
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