black are my wings
dark as the night
produce a fake smile
not worth the fight
black are the days
lying behind
no golden sunrays
staring blind
black are the thoughts
wandering in my head
cant connect the dots
between good and bad
black in the world
pitch dark outside
and all is swirled
nowhere to hide
black is all that remains
if I am fighting no more
dark clouds
will be my chains
behind a black prison door
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