The ballroom of sinisterness
The birth of the graves of my shadows
A place that begs for light
Why am I so fond of the dark?
In the dark, tears flood my face as I cry
But with the weight of blindness in my eyes
All I see is what I imagine, a smile
But curiosity tickles me, am I on my own?
The loneliness that crowds me all day suddenly disappears
And finally the shade of my heart blends in
The warmth melts the cold in my heart
Am I wrong to feel home?
The deafening melodies of silence that arise from the dark
Do they speak true?