When the moon faints into the dark
There comes a girl who sells sunlight
Wearing dark bruises into her scratched skin,
Followed by vicious wolves with ****** teeths,
To ward of the gloom
To paint the dark,
For what was been painted on her colored hopes,
Was Labyrinth of suffering
She stoles the sunlight from the day
At least the sun doesnt mind it,
She bends to the peoples who needed the sunlit jars in the moonless dusk.
For their darkling shore of the heart
They try to go to her,
But is held back.

There's a girl who sells sunlight
Dipped in lefted ecstacies
And fades
As None had a strength to
follow her into the dark