As the Sun Sets

Once upon, I saw the world as this other thing
Back then, just once, my heart, it held a beat
But now there are dark clouds, storms without spring
I lie dead, covered with a twisted sheet
The world has been corrupted by the Gray
Like knights of old, they fight the will to strive
So darkness spreads as the night becomes day
And what hurts the most is to be alive

Once upon time, there were flowers that bloomed
When laughter rang out as music and mirth
But a horizon of burned-out stars loomed
I looked at the world and just saw the earth

Fitting then that the vine, the twist, should be,
My dark eyes, I don't hate the things I see

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