Black out your heart,
Dark smoke blinding the moon
Sand falling on a distant shore.
How many colors do you taste
When you think of me?
And how I burnt out your heart
And cooled you with my touch.
I am something vile.
A poison made pure by
Years of distillation.
I am assimilated into something that I don’t
Completely understand while you scream.
"Don’t go into the night"
Because that’s when the stars can get you
I have found that every year is the same.
Right as I figure out what I fear most,
You teach me why I am always right.
So if you kiss me goodbye,
You’re going to end up dead.
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