Stop! It’s black. Black black. Midnight hour. Stop!
What’s that? I saw something move… Who’s there? Stop!
Black…black…black… midnight hour…
Alone, all alone, staring out of the window. I see my reflection in the window-glass. I see my own face. But I don’t recognize it. Black…black…stop!
The curtains move. What’s that? A wikid wind blowin’. Stop!
Raven at my window, taunting me with his freedom. Stop!
My glass is empty, the moon is black, the night is black, my toes are black, the raven is black, black… black. My glass is empty…
What’s that in my eye? Lover’s dance in the mystic hour… No! No! Stop! Let the memories subside. Let them die. I’m already dead. There is no future. I don’t need a past. I am who I choose to be. I left it all behind. But it’s black.
The garden is dying. The children are crying. My glass is empty. I’m lying. Lying to myself. Life…life… just a series of excuses. Black. Life is black black.
Lover’s kiss in the mystic hour… They dance to the piano. White keys. And black…
A twist of fate.. No! Stop! No more memories… They’re stealing my breath… I’ll die by the hand of memories… Stop! Move on! Keep moving on! Skip town! New life! Life… life… Black…
Lover’s sing in the mystic hour… songs of love… songs of betrayal… songs of life… songs of death… Black songs… black black songs…
Books on the shelf… they have nothing to say… dead poets… dead writers… dead… everyone’s dead… Everything’s dead… Except that raven… that black raven… the blackest of ravens… Black bird black…
Lover’s swing in the mystic hour… yesterday…leave yesterday alone… Yesterday won’t leave me alone… I’m not him… He’s dead… he died yesterday… in the midnight hour…
Wait… I saw something move…
Lover’s… lover’s… To be lover’s again…
But my hands are black… my eyes are black… my hair is falling out… my nails are black… my skin is aging… my fingers, falling off… My heart… it’s black… black black… Blacker than the blackest raven…Blacker than the midnight hour… Where lover’s forget… Lover’s forget to stop. Stop! Blacker than the mystic hour where lover’s forget to forget…
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Fuck bro.
Im sending you the light.
But I loved it.