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Sunshine drains the life from me,
but darkness voids catastrophe,
lay awake beneath the veil until the sun goes home,
in basements filled with silent screams is where I like to roam,
watch the clouds dance past the moon while Its stands perfectly still,
he must be lonely up there with nobody to thrill,
the angel on my shoulder tells me to go outside,
but the devil on the other says to run and hide,
its easier to be when you don't have to converse,
seems everybody else is just simply the worse,
anxiously awaiting my next atrocious scene,
I wallow in my interests that are quite obscene,
its hard to tell from my exterior that appears so clean,
I'm not the same person that you're likely to see,
in fact, I'm not even sure who is the real me