Black are my wings.
Dark as the night.
Produce a fake smile.
Not worth to fight.
Black are the days.
Lying behind.
No golden sunrise.
Staring blind.
Black are the thoughts.
Wandering in my head.
Can't connect the dots.
Between good and bad.
Black is the world.
Pitch dark outside.
And all is swirled.
Nowhere to hide.
Black is all that remains.
If I am fighting no more
Dark clouds
will be my chains.
Behind a black prison door...
