A night wasted crying over an image.
Tears of pain. Very expensive tears.
Blinded by my own heart.
Fooled by my own soul.
Darkness has taken over the light.
The candle I have is burned out...
I cant see a thing, not even my own hands.
The sun is perfect outside;
inside the night has become everlating.
The moon`s taken over my insights.
How much I love the night sky!
How much I love the pale moon!
I long so much the singings of the night
it makes my heart content.
it makes me smile.
My eyes see the contrast between the shining sun outside my skin
and the chilling night inside.
My heart can feel the frozen air blowing over my face
and the burning sun in my soul.
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