Black covers the mass The mist itīs so dense Itīs soothing to breathe I reach out my hand Into the sights Yet I grasp nothing
All seems different to me What Iīve seen before
Yearn for the feel The warmth thatīs inside A childish grin I joyfully scream To deafened ears Itīs time to begin
All seems different to me What Iīve seen before Canīt help but notice Hidden feelings I had stored
You stare at me As if I am strange My eyes open wide I feel the beauty Of all around Then run through the tides
Come into my place There is great pleasure In what you will find I throw away hate Thatīs how you tell X is on my mind
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