God have mercy. You see, we are ruined beyond repair, somberness and I.
More than often I find myself hiding in the center of my solitude. My pitiful soul, open it, somberness sneaks in, so does destruction. Darkness is my only shelter. ”Quien vive temeroso, nunca será libre.” He was right.
Somberness be not proud; though some have called you mighty, you are not so. You live inside my vein, weakening as the fading star. Somberness be not proud; one splash, and you will be gone.
Here I am, free as the northern star. ”Quien vive temeroso, nunca será libre.” Defy it. No vivo temeroso y por eso, será libre, siempre.
I see you tonight, in a gloomy light. Touch me you say, with tears in your eye. Sneering, I walk up to you. Somberness, are you as slumberless as I?
A cloud passes by, dragging the sky. The sun has set, so have I.
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