Night
Darkness of the light
Losing every love
Suffocated with my own hands
As this might be my loss
This might seem a lot
Looking at you right with my own hands
Day
Shining rays of the dark
Gaining every hate
Suffering the blade
As might be my gain
This might seem a little
Looking at me with no hands
Antique white lie
Let me go now
Like a relief to the house
Of my past to get it back with the truth
Autocorrected once
Autistic child of life
Schizophrenic paranoia of love
And the exposure that might come out
Strongly as it was