domingo, 12 de junio de 2011

Late night

So small in comparison
The fiercest word opens doors
Waiting for someone to hold
Looking to heal, looking to escape
Every beam of light collapses

No pain comes in vain
No darkness shall forever and ever prevail
It's a cause, at that one that's just
Just tickling to your personal appeal
All that's borrowed, is in itself real

Hold the candle, watch it burn
It's delightful when you start to cry
That means that not everything inside
Is dead and dry
It isn't covered in debris, it still breathes

Every second in the slippery slope
Every second counts as a lifetime
Run through, don't stop
It's not chivalry that you're looking for
Or was it the other way around?

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