There is a bittersweet peace in the dark.
I try to block my memories before,
I entered the black hole filled with unknown parts.
The leaves fall like question marks.
Landing on the ground below.
They find a landing in the dark.
Moonlight shines through the cracks leaving marks.
Releasing the bolt, I open the door.
To enter a black hole filled with unknown parts
The light only shines a wicked heart.
Smiling, calling for me to adore.
But yet there is a bittersweet peace in the dark
Shadows swallow the moonlight, like art.
Painting reality with a wise hand.
The enter a black hole filled with unknown parts.
This one thing that I have come to learn,
Is that even in the brightest days.
There is a bittersweet peace in the dark,
As you can enter a black hole filled with unknown parts.
Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 12:36 PM UTC
There is a bittersweet peace in the dark.
I try to block my memories before,
I entered the black hole filled with unknown parts.
The leaves fall like question marks.
Landing on the ground below.
They find a landing in the dark.
Moonlight shines through the cracks leaving marks.
Releasing the bolt, I open the door.
To enter a black hole filled with unknown parts
The light only shines a wicked heart.
Smiling, calling for me to adore.
But yet there is a bittersweet peace in the dark
Shadows swallow the moonlight, like art.
Painting reality with a wise hand.
The enter a black hole filled with unknown parts.
This one thing that I have come to learn,
Is that even in the brightest days.
There is a bittersweet peace in the dark,
As you can enter a black hole filled with unknown parts.
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