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Faded moonbeams

the darkest angel

looksquite dirty to me

yet it is I

I cannot begin to conceal

The disbelieve in me



I spin with eyes close

know thats body stumbling

not my soul

So I just drop

knowing its fruitless to chase

false dreams



The darkest angel

with her shoulder blades

doesnt understand

thought it's obvious

that there's something missing

Inside

Outside

Who does quite know

where shoulder blades go?



The darkest angel, the darkest frown

For all I have forsaken

not known quite what I'm mistaken

Dark angel in the dim

Looks quite beautiful

but fallen really.



Down this black whirlpool

There's no way out

Trying so hard to fly

over the moon

away from the stars

Paniac fades with sense

Only I want to see

Not through my eyes

It's difficult to muster

In all my interuppting days

dark one is blind

Inside

Out

who does quite know?