With the truthful night
with a comma between
we both pause in exaltation
we both linger onto each other
intentions building on the wall we're up against

You know where the truthful silent light ends
upstairs and through the dark room
a dead rose is lying on the wood floor
holding my hand, you're right beside me
crying a tear while we hold each other up

With the outsides full of ghosts and wind
I'm scared to see what I will find with the creatures and the monsters
I'm afraid of what I'm becoming
what we're all going to do is so uncertain
so many truthful nights in between
 
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