Tainted Thoughts about the transition of night to day and the pain of thoughts
|She looked at me with hope in her eyes,
and she saw my pain, the black of the skies.
the beginning of the end, the end of a night,
I close my eyes but I can still see light.
As it comes to an end, the pain fizzles away,
the end of an era, the start of a day.
this day ain't the same, its more like night,
the black of the skies, the absence of light.
The distortion of time, the eyes of the clock,
with each and every second my brain starts to rot.
The perfect thought in an in-perfect world.