Mirificus Obscurum

When we're young we romanticize all the wrong things, it's the illness that we seek.

What we always fail to realize is how the strong became the weak.

We fail to see the sad clown's eyes, we fail to see through all the lies.

We fail to look at what's truly there, we fail to see the crying eyes.

Down with the Sickness and Kryptonite,

Knives and Pens, chasing Daylight,

When I was young I wrote of a world, Mirificus Obscurum, Beautiful Darkness,

A true absurdness.

I used to wish it would always rain,

I used to wish life wasn't so much pain.

The truth is when you romanticize the darkness it becomes you,

When you romanticize the broken, that's all that'll ever be true.

Adulthood hits and we see through new eyes,

We see through the pain, and we notice who cries.

Mirificus Obscurum, now seems so far away,

In the dark of the night all we can do is pray.

Pray for a new beginning, pray the pain one day goes away,

Pray for the families who have loss, pray for the ones who've gone astray,

The Sound of Silence, a beautiful tune,

So we can always remember who's been Talking to the Moon.

And this, my dear soul, is why kids get trapped at “Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori”

Because once upon a time it was “beautiful and sweet to die for your country.”