Moonlights and spotlights illuminate broken hearts
They capture what is yet to be said
Felt, or even dreamed of
Bittersweet romances prance, and frolic
In the destruction of humanity
Locating a gate – to hell
And once the sun goes down
And the birds quiet their sweet lullabies
And the whistle in the breeze dies down
The only evidence of this atrocious symphony
Is a kiss
They capture what is yet to be said
Felt, or even dreamed of
Bittersweet romances prance, and frolic
In the destruction of humanity
Locating a gate – to hell
And once the sun goes down
And the birds quiet their sweet lullabies
And the whistle in the breeze dies down
The only evidence of this atrocious symphony
Is a kiss
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