Lonely nights,
Call for ghostly frights.
Pitch-black sky,
Illuminated by the stars.
Hate frustrates me
It castrates my esophagus.
Choking and barely breathing
Is one alive?
Yet dying inside.
Can love be saved?
Just in time to dig my grave.
Late, it is the time.
Life’s maze I will find,
My way around, on these here;
Common grounds.
I’m around so much unhappiness
So much I find it to be bliss.
Get it away, get it away
Hate and all of its play;
The color for me is grey
For it is neutral.
Where as black is much more feudal.
On lonely night;
I feel satisfied, pleased,
And at peace.
Am I at peace?
Far from it!
To say the least, I am me
And a piece of me is lost at sea.
The rest of me is the best of me.
Optimistic and hopeful
Rid of hate.
Feeling quite great.
Lonely nights,
They aren’t so lonely.
When you have a family
That isn’t so phony.
Lonely can be dark,
And it can be bright.
My mind is if dark and light;
Had a fight.
Black and white make grey
And that is how I feel today.
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