writing of love and romance is complicated for me
its not that I can't feel it... trust me I do
its that my heart only knows the dark
and we write off what we know
we can try other things
but our hearts always lead us home
I can tell you of death and his cold embrace
I can't tell you of the cold dark abyss inside my mind and how I find comfort there
its a place I do so enjoy
when you are left behind in life
while the people take death firmly by the hand
he takes them to the promised land...
all I can say is sleep sweet till once again we meet
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