Scream You Love Me

When the Darkness Falls..

Your life will be surrounded by a dead, rich, apathy.
Your world will shatter before your eyes in a once great black light. 
The light will lose its brightness, as you have lost yours.
You let go of the candle, you let it burn out.

The candle is dimming, the world has started to fade.
Is there really no matches around you to stop that fate?
The candle is dimming, theres almost no light..
Where is the matches to bring back the light?

The brightness has gone, the world seems so dark.
The sorrow will come back, with the trees left without their bark.
When the world becomes whole again, will you bring back your light?
Will the light come back on, in a brightness so bright.

Because that one fateful night, when the trees were burnt down.
There was a child left behind, lost in being found.
They couldn’t find her, until it was too late.
They’ll blame themselves for their poor attempt at fate.

You’ve made your mistakes when the world comes to an end.
Will you try to go back in the past or let the world run its course?
Is there a bright light beyond the darkness, around that long curvy bend?
I can’t see it yet, can you?

The end is nearing, honey please don’t cry.
There will be a celebration when the world is finally dry.
I’m sorry to say that you could not save the light,
That the candle burnt out before the dawn of the night.

You tried your best, and thats all that matters,
I’m sorry your life was forced into tatters.
The end is drawing near, theres less than a week left.
I’m sorry to say, your time is up, its now, or never.
Please.. for the sake of the world, find the matches..

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The battle is here, the time is up.
Its up to us four to end it now.
Its now or never..now or never..
Will we be the ones strong enough in this life,
To bring back the light.. or are we destined to fail..
Like all the rest of the times?

The gates have opened wide,
The world has gotten cold.
Were waiting for it to divide..
Must we be so bold?

Because I could not stop for death - Emily Dickinson

We slowly drove—He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility—

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess—in the Ring—
We passed the fields of Gazing Grain—
We passed the Setting Sun—

Or rather—He passed Us—
The Dews drew quivering and chill—
For only Gossamer, my Gown—
My Tippet—only Tulle—

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground—
The Roof was scarcely visible—
The Cornice—in the Ground—

Since then—’tis Centuries—and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity—

“Don’t compare me to her. Ever. I’m ME.”

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