Blow out the candles
Smother the lights
Things in the sun
Aren't meant for you and me
Gentility hides rage
And blood bleeds blue
Cold as ice
And dark as sin
Things in the night
Have always made more sense
For we don't expect kindness
Or want love from them.
You are broken,
We walk a razor
A precipice we dare not disturb.
What does honesty mean
To someone who can't feel
Anything but regret?
I hope you are better
I hope you are proud
For in the darkness,
People can be brighter
And learn to live with themselves again.
