Yami

I can write something darker, buried in the lockers, memories lost, pitch black charcoal

Paradise lost, yeah I'm still trying to find a bit of a pulse, but even life is a cost

and even the evening can even cry when the evils has begun gleaming

In the night of the sky, I had begun bleeding, Thank God for seasons, Thank God, I was stressing

Now I'm back to thinking, thinking, something missing but that emptiness for a reason

I've been kissing, I've been kissing demons, Halloween, hollowed souls for the merry-making

Made love with a witch when I was seventeen, I was smoking, I was addicted to inhaling things

Nicotine and marijuana compensating me, had to balanced reality with a lot of dreams

If you fly in the cosmos you gonna see things, peep a universe made of matter, and ninety percent of it is dark matter

Can't be no soul without sole, and can't be whole without holes, if you love know that love is a stepping stone