Black are the feathers of my wings,
Wings that had sprouted from the depths of abyss inside me,
Dark as night
Fake smile produced
That is not worth fighting,
Black are the days
Lying behind me
Golden days left behind
No Sunshine blinding my eye anymore,
Black are the thoughts
That runs through my mind
Killing me slowly from inside
Can't connect the dots between good and evil,
Black as the world
Pitch black outside
And all is swirled
Nowhere to hide,
Black is all that is left inside me,
If im fighting no more
Dark clouds will be my chains,
Behind a Black Door.
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Historia Corta"Tears come from the heart and not from the brain." -Leonardo Da Vinci
