Dark.
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i was lost in the dark,
and in the light i couldn't see.
the burnt-out spark,
was always you and me.
i was lost in my thoughts,
lost in my mind,
you were the light i sought,
The escape of reality.
the gateway to the impossible.
the life force of wonder.
the madman of a sensible world.
Mystery.
Love.
Pain.
Sacrifice.
The escape of reality.
the gateway to the impossible.
the life force of wonder.
the madman of a sensible world.
Mystery.
Love.
Pain.
Sacrifice.
The Black Death was a sad little boy. He'd no friends, no family, or neighbours. He met with rats, they liked him lots, their hearts sure did belabour. They spread the word, and soon they carried, A little boy named Black Death. The rats they call
Death is a veil of beautiful darkness. It moves and changes. Painful but soft, lovely but not.
Death is a song, a tune, melody. I sing to death, and it's perfect harmony.
