I'm home in my empty Room

My Luna at my side watching me write

Music filling our worlds around us

Waiting to be recognize

We're both alone here

but one is loved more

And the other does not exist..

Which one is which ??

Only we shouw know for sure.

Feeling very Unhealthy is what i am

My Beautiful does not want to wait..

Slowly I die here

In this room of nothingness..

Here we all lay

Being separated from those we had once

Loved.

Here Luna is laying on my Shoulder

waiting for her prey.

Here I am waiting for that very day..

the light is all around us

but we can not feel it's warmth..

Cold and alone we must

our hearts filled with a sour poison..

Slowly trickling our spirit

We die

Here we fall to pieces

Our life detaching it's self from others

Every night we wrote another line

To this broken beliefs

Relieved is what must be.

But We are the dieing hand

Luna is at my side

watching me write

while we listening to music

waiting to be recognized.

Struggling to stand

with our life's in our hands



we die

 
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