Inside the dark night
Of my madness
I dream of a place
Without colors or Me...
Where nothing that matters
Can truly reach
Or beseech.
Its like when I was young
And the thing that I'd become
Hadn't reached to
Twist or deceive.
But did I make a choice
Or listen to the voice
Inside of the dark
That was in me?
Of my madness
I dream of a place
Without colors or Me...
Where nothing that matters
Can truly reach
Or beseech.
Its like when I was young
And the thing that I'd become
Hadn't reached to
Twist or deceive.
But did I make a choice
Or listen to the voice
Inside of the dark
That was in me?
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