Far away,
Where the grass never grows
Where the sun never shows
Where the cock never crows
Deep down,
Where the light never shines
Where clock never chimes
Where the words never rhyme
In a place where all is black,
Where time is never heard of
If you leave you never come back
Its a world where comfort ceases to exist
Where hope can never be found
Where the warmest thing is the ground
You'll crawl for pleasure
And die for leisure
You'll laugh for a moment
Until the pain ends your enjoyment
Smiles like guns.
Walks like runs
Kills for fun
'What a dark sun?'
The moon is black
The sky mirrors that
The desolate faces
Of the walking corpses
The bodies in the streets
Little and big
They all long for one thing
For one thing that never seems to come
For one thing that's worth dying for
One thing that everyone one has tried for.
What do you think could be driving these people insane?
What do you think is this little game?
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PoetryCold. Warm. Dark. Light. There's no difference when all you feel is numb; that's all I ever feel. The physical pain isn't pain anymore, it's relief. It's the words that hurt - only the words. But what happens when you want to use that blade...
