I love the darkness
'cause it reminds me
That our lives,
they're drawn up tightly
unspin the rope
become the moon
feel its pulse
from him to you
your days are numbered
speaks he in weary
jest aside, and life is queer-y
Dampened thoughts spin down inside
Refoil now try to hide.
In desperation, grab the rope
optimism, not much hope
i am not immortal.
the black of night reminds me
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
I love the darkness
'cause it reminds me
That our lives,
they're drawn up tightly
unspin the rope
become the moon
feel its pulse
from him to you
your days are numbered
speaks he in weary
jest aside, and life is queer-y
Dampened thoughts spin down inside
Refoil now try to hide.
In desperation, grab the rope
optimism, not much hope
i am not immortal.
the black of night reminds me
but oh is there hope, for there is a God who saves
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