And
When I have
More time
And less to do

I turn the pages
Of a dictionary
To know
Yet
There is
More to do

I'm a dark moon
So don't try to convince me that
I have my own light,
Because at the end of the day
I hate myself in every single way
And I'm not going to lie to myself by saying
There is beauty inside of me that matters
So rest assured I will remind myself
That I am worthless, terrible Moon
And nothing you say will make me believe
I still deserve love
Because no matter what
I am not good to be loved
And I am in no position to believe that
Light doest exist within me
Because whenever I look at the Sun I always think
Am I so dark as they say?

Demons are just FALLEN ANGELS.
They fell
From HEAVEN to HELL,
And unlike angels,
DEMONS have a STORY to tell.

is it just me
or does
everything at night
seem more intensive?

the music
hits your feelings
way harder

the thoughts
scream louder
in your head

the world
is almost
completely silent


the world
seems just so
much purer