Black

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-Black is my wings

Dark as the night

Produce a fake smile

Not worth a fight

-Black are the days

Lying behind

No golden sunrays

Staring blind

-Black is the thoughts

Wondering 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




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