●WRITTEN IN THE DARK●

My curtains are never up
In the morning, the bright light does give daytime blinding
In the night, a sharp eyes to the sins inside the worldly cup

My wallpaper is as dark as Amanda's heart
The owner of the creepy black cat
Which was at my window at late night
And indeed I was scared, but certainly not because of the bite

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My pen seems to get that glow in the dark
And along with the thoughts, they are a pack
The cologne I wear, with the fragrance of daisies
Is mainly to hide my unseen bruises

My favourite inn has no windows
Scary to the child's souls
Trapped inside there at a teen
And now it's not a new thing

Void as good as a comfort inn
The world I'm living in
Sightless, looking for the key hole
To free this soul