As the sun dies,
and blood colors the skies.
As the dark rises,
I see death before my eyes.
Along with the mighty moon,
the dead will shine soon.
These bright ***** of light,
it is death itself.
We may see them shine so bright,
but before our eyes we see death and all its beauty.
And we fall in love with it dangerously.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
As the sun dies,
and blood colors the skies.
As the dark rises,
I see death before my eyes.
Along with the mighty moon,
the dead will shine soon.
These bright ***** of light,
it is death itself.
We may see them shine so bright,
but before our eyes we see death and all its beauty.
And we fall in love with it dangerously.
The stars are dead
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