The Banality Of Horror
Blurred clouds disappear from the sky
It’s dusk, my favorite hour of the day
You’ve gone, and you will never tell me why
And never you will hear the words I say
It’s the banality of horror that I live
Without your smile, your loving guiding light
There’s no spiritual world I can percieve
I wasn't wired for the tricks of loser's mind
A dry bread crust I cannot pick to carry on
Life’s cheap handouts I don’t want to get
Its only you I want, my love, with you I’m home
Though it’s a home of memories you left.
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