My mind tends To fly away from Me at times It goes to where The darkness lives Maybe thats why My thoughts are So dark Maybe thats why I think of death When I close my Eyes Mind you, I dont want to Die- I just want The pain to end I want to reach To a place where The razor is my Enemy- not my friend But if dying is The way for Me to have Peace then so Be it Let me climb to The top of a Building believing I can fly Let me go Head first in My dive Because I Hate it when My mind flies To where the Darkness lives...
Where yonder grasses twine, A pleasant bed, my maid, that children call a grave, In the cold moonshine. Is that the wind? No, no; Only two devils, that blow Through the murderer's ribs to and fro, In the ghosts' moonshine.
You've done something to me. Life wasn't like this before. I write poems about love now, And convince myself that they aren't for you. I don't know how you feel, Does it really matter? You've taken over my mind, And the butterflies in my stomach... Wont sleep. Lets just go our separate ways, Before its too late. Because, Its inevitable. Please stop... Please stop. Before i fall in love.....
A long time ago, in a land not far but near, there was a land where the night was always dark and the sky covered it like a black cloth, for the moon never rose there, and not a single star twinkled in the darkness.
That is how this fairy tale ends. Abruptly and without warning, like most things unfortunately do.