So many promises meant to smite
I have long since lost track;
Chasing their ghosts into the night
Shiny black.
Reasons I could find a million
But not the will to turn back…
Running away on a winged stallion
Shiny black.
The heart has ways the mind denies
And slowly reason starts to crack.
See the abyss mirrored in my eyes
Shiny black.
04 December 2005
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