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I molded darkness into my throne
and now I reap the death
of another angel
crashing with her beautiful broken wings
I breezed the word "sorry" into the stars a million times, but I think the wind in your ears drowned it out...
He has dark hair
Almost like the night
Dark enough to seem as though it was black
Even though it was blue shining bright
He is completely different in the day
Saying things he would never say
His mouth is a cruel curve
Because everything he says is absurd
His eyes a gleaming blue
To match his night-like hair
He isn't you
I wish you were here
Writing descriptions for a book that I am writing! There will be many more to come!
The corona
The atmosphere around the sun
Beer that is done
Virus that has swept
Through the streets
Of poor little America
We now hold the records
Of people who have the infection
And glory is, all of our working class has gone!
Where are these people?
What have you done?
Oh, I remember.
You gave us corona.
The atmosphere around the sun
Beer that is done
Virus that has swept
Through the streets
Of poor little America
I'm hoping that everyone is home safe and healthy tonight! Yasou has never heald a greater meaning! Good health my friends!!
Cracking my neck
Preparing for battle
Calling my men
Those of whom you can't rattle
You cannot play these mind games
It won't work, these men have been tamed
Place all your bets
Put down your day's wage
Watch and listen
As we end your meaningless day

Cracking my neck
Reading my best work
Laying you to rest
As I read my last word
This adventure has been fun
I'm telling you, it has
But the story is done
You must now go to bed
Sometimes,

Runny mascara is needed
To clean off your face
Define your own tears
And they'll never go to waste
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