Maybe there’s too much darkness flooding into my mind and soul, maybe there was never much light and there was never any good that could unfold.
Maybe the moon is there because I can’t bear to see my reflection.
Does the doom always consume?
I’m starting to lose my recollection.
So as I try to find the skyline, maybe sooner or later I’ll stop hiding.
I wish all of my life wasn’t so one sided.
It makes me wonder how many are blinded.
I guess I could try to find some light, as I try not to get ****** into the terrors of the night.