False skies
A setting sun
Life's lies
And a smoking gun
Dreams can't hide
What we dream at night
Day always ends
Then night begins
Truths unfold
Left alone
Broken hearts
Left in the bitter cold
Through this hardship
We seek solace
A solemn refuge Alas there is no hope
Together we all fall
About the Creator
Chris Irby
Nobody truly dies a virgin, life fucks us all.
-Kurt Cobain
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