I Write Dark Poetry
when i dont talk to you
its like a dark cloud over my head
the time goes too slow
and every second is a chest pain
every minute a struggle
and every hour turned is closer to defeat
gasping for air
as another day turns to night
into day
just waiting to see if todays the same
or if its the day the sun is my moon again
its like a dark cloud over my head
the time goes too slow
and every second is a chest pain
every minute a struggle
and every hour turned is closer to defeat
gasping for air
as another day turns to night
into day
just waiting to see if todays the same
or if its the day the sun is my moon again