I know that you cannot say the words, as you turn to walk away.
We shall fight the alarm clock screaming monsters for eternity.
Under the gleam of silver moonlight, the last tear is shed.
Like crimson blood, it's glow stains the night.
How can you be nothing more than my minds shadow?
Lost in these corridors of longing and pain,
I search to find you, encompassed in the cold mist of denial.
Oh, great, give us one night of reality.
So, that we may plunge into folly and passion that has been negated.
Darkness, fumes, 'a stopper in death',
I must settle for the surreal and only hear your whispers on the wind.
Calling you back, so you may warm my thoughts.
-Disturbed Blue Dragon 2008
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