The Dark Ones Are Coming
Out of the gloom the dark ones rise
Into our future we go,
We're just ourselves, don't you dare judge us
And we will be sure at sun rise
How we discovered the glow
Pride's on the shelf, have you not seen dust
Like glittering stars in the night?
This is our very last chance
To take up our beneficial stance
But when this war has lost its light
Into our future we go,
We're just ourselves, don't you know, or no?
Pot gets you higher than a kite,
Cops throw you back in the cell,
We're just a savior, you don't need to go
To extremes to get rid of mine
But when you're in trouble and
I'm in a duffel and you're paying double don't
Expect me to jump out alive
That was the one chance you had to hide
Whether you're ready or not, watch out---
Here
I
Come.
Copyright © Tristan Longoria | Year Posted 2019
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