The dawn of midnight beckons me into it's frozen grasp.
The tears won't stop rolling down my face so I put on a mask.
No moon tonight to light my way into the morning's sun.
No stars to tell me where to go when I just need to run.
So I look into the black night, one last faithful time, and knock away the wooden chair to make my life not mine.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 5:33 PM UTC
The dawn of midnight beckons me into it's frozen grasp.
The tears won't stop rolling down my face so I put on a mask.
No moon tonight to light my way into the morning's sun.
No stars to tell me where to go when I just need to run.
So I look into the black night, one last faithful time, and knock away the wooden chair to make my life not mine.
yeahhhhh This one is dark. Suicide isn't the answer guys.