• The skies grow dark,
    and so does my heart.
    Some days i wish i was married to the sun,
    but others i wish i were married to my grave.
    As the sun comes to light the night,
    my heart runs for the shadows.
    Some say that he was bad,
    but what i saw was that he was sad.
    My life is in two different worlds,
    but slowly the two are crashing together.
    How can i be ok,
    when my worlds are becoming one.
    how is it that you think your life is one,
    and you come to find that in truth it is distroying itself.