The sun is cold and alone tonight.
Won't someone make him feel alive again?
Its cryptic mind sits dead among this world.
Faded and lonely in plush fields of forgotten dreams.
Sad limbs sweeping frozen shores,
Hiding behind disease infected roses,
Whose thorns suffice a hidden pain.

The sun is cold and alone tonight.
Won't someone make him feel alive again?
Its heart feel away at the beginning and bled to the end,
Left for dead in piercing corners of this abyss.
A cancer burns a void like a fire inside,
Filling the spaces between the bones.
Sleeping in contempt of all that's come to be.

The sun is cold and alone tonight.
Won't someone make him feel alive again?
Its soul is frozen between false eternities.
questioning the lies forged in loving arm,
Hidden beneath a plague of death.
The bitter sweet scent of loss,
Washing away the last surviving hope.

The sun is cold and alone tonight.
Won't someone make him feel alive again?
Its spirit is drawn beyond existence,
Fantasizing simple pleasures of a long forgotten past,
Memories of bliss that are no longer real.
A fallen warrior in a war against fruitless desire,
Wandering the starlit skies of yesteryear.

The sun is cold and alone tonight.
Won't someone make him feel alive again?
An unearthly silence seeps between mortal shadows,
Perpetual ghosts staring into a shattered mirror,
Reminiscent of forgotten pasts and hopeless futures,
Succumbing to the memories in black and white;
Dead and alone but not forgotten.

The sun is cold and alone tonight.
Won't someone make him feel alive again?
 
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