Black Hole
Wakefull of dark Noiseless and calm The demon grows on And covers each laugh My heartbeat turns to pain Breathing to strain
Dirty rain is dripping down my face And I know That darkness in my soul And I fall, and I’m sick Life is a bitch!
You come to me Into my soul And I get lost in a hole You come to me in the same old rut
In the sly Yearning paints Another picture of life in my mind Than his words Sow doubts and signify ‘You could fall’ Too much to bear I can’t stand Once again
The dark’s increasing, I’m blind I can barely keep me afloat Forcing myself to carry on
The calm’s increasing to a kind Of an imminent storm Waiting to discharge Good sense is on the wane |
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