They say I speak your name too much
and I admit fantasies rules my thought
morning afternoon and
into the wee hours;
in the silence of the night,
your tone sought
if you are the sunshine
blanket me, I'm the sky
my soul seeks your light
outside of the darkness,
flying into flames, I fry
burning inside the rays
of impossibility's hell
bones fall to grey ash
as my soul I sell.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC
They say I speak your name too much
and I admit fantasies rules my thought
morning afternoon and
into the wee hours;
in the silence of the night,
your tone sought
if you are the sunshine
blanket me, I'm the sky
my soul seeks your light
outside of the darkness,
flying into flames, I fry
burning inside the rays
of impossibility's hell
bones fall to grey ash
as my soul I sell.
you get no sympathy from the devil, final bill due!
I sold my soul and still ended up without you...
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