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Terrors chase me out of sleep in disguise I sit in darkness fiddling with my thumbs All the while hoping that the sun won't rise And that morning will never come Soon the sky starts to bleed And the horizon is covered in slaughter But as soon as these tears have the strength to fall The blood melts into water And I realize the sky had turned blue As I was sitting there in fright And I realize I can either embrace the day Or I can spend the rest of my life Chasing the night But I haven't made up my mind Because night is the only place I'll ever belong I'm a stranger to the light I live through the day in a montage of a sad song Even though daytime reigns There is still darkness in my mind Maybe that's why I love night so much Even though every morning it leaves me behind I spend the day clutching pictures of the stars and moon Just waiting for them to come And I know they'll leave much too soon But maybe this time I'll go where they come from And I wish I would never sleep again So I could spend every second enjoying the dark I convince myself that it's good for me But even the darkness leaves its marks
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
Mourning the Sunrise
Terrors chase me out of sleep in disguise I sit in darkness fiddling with my thumbs All the while hoping that the sun won't rise And that morning will never come Soon the sky starts to bleed And the horizon is covered in slaughter But as soon as these tears have the strength to fall The blood melts into water And I realize the sky had turned blue As I was sitting there in fright And I realize I can either embrace the day Or I can spend the rest of my life Chasing the night But I haven't made up my mind Because night is the only place I'll ever belong I'm a stranger to the light I live through the day in a montage of a sad song Even though daytime reigns There is still darkness in my mind Maybe that's why I love night so much Even though every morning it leaves me behind I spend the day clutching pictures of the stars and moon Just waiting for them to come And I know they'll leave much too soon But maybe this time I'll go where they come from And I wish I would never sleep again So I could spend every second enjoying the dark I convince myself that it's good for me But even the darkness leaves its marks
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
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