A lonely heart cries into The starlit sky of a black and blue Night filled with the fears Of the sane people who hide out In their light-filled houses Trying to hold together their Convenient lives they carefully Pieced together to look beautiful. While those who have given up On sanity try to figure out What went wrong but still Keep on going up a path That seems to lead nowhere Yet everywhere that counts To their souls. And death is forgotten and left Behind in a dark alley of lies So that deceit can paint Yet another pretty picture.Birth sign: Libra
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