Blacklight
I can see the black light burn
run in time to the rage of the rhythm
of ages, all is covered in neon dreams
suicidal screams, my pain, n rage
are my own. I feel it like black light
in my eyes, in my brain, it bleeds
the edge of my humanity
it's the scars or my secret shame
my internal war
Heaven light falls not upon my sands
I live in the blackest of nights
huddle around a burning black light
pushing back the folds of time
I’m not myself
it bleeds into my mind the past
a war of the insane
all falls distantly into a drain
I am my pain, my strife of rage
my insanity, my profane
oh, come my sacred rain
wash away my soul
as the black light burns
runs, the light reflects nothing
no more all is gone lost
evermore nothing
nevermore
on follies shores
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