They say the dark claws that take over your soul will eventually leave and you’ll end up walking into sunshine.
This is ever so true, but when you are in your dark world….
Slumber is your best friend,
Sunshine feels like 1,000 corpses breathing on you,
Darkness calls you in and
you live for the moonshine,
Sharpened razors sound
like a nice treat,
although they tell you,
“do no retreat”,
How can you NOT fucken retreat
When all you want to do is lie on a bed of black roses, smell in the corpses and hope to either join them or have a glimpse of that ray….