The sun is forbidden
how saddening it must be to wither away in the dark
alone and forgotten, hidden.
The only past they know is left with a mark
by the ones left behind.
These things don’t sparkle but burn
you could say they’re blind
but really they yearn.
Once they were feared
now they’re adored.
It seems kind of weird,
not to attack with a sword.
Our love for the strange crawls in all,
but how many are willing to accept the desire.
To get ready to fall,
although it’s the buyers
that decide if its okay.
In the end its about revenue to continue.
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