Late night

It’s only nine at nightThe city lights are dimThe sensation feels like it’s in a brief secondEverything seems to stays still but it’s flooling me It seems like just a memoryThe light shines brighter,Everything is just a fractureThe only path is the moonlightI lose my mind at every turnI only see the skylight Now let my dying soul leave the doll.Every death is part of nature after all.

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