Black are the morning whispers
floating dots in my ears
gambling the day by nights
with sleepless rages inside routes without way out
run baby run
nearest the end we call it abyss
close the door and step in
close the door
we're in
the game and the shame
the nonsense words falling appart
silence is all we have
truth under will
faith blowing wings on a cloudy barking layer
fail
reborn
lay down
come
undone are the secrecy of the scars bleeding without an eye to care
or share
Black are the morning whispers
floating dots in my ears...
close the door...
and step in.
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