My little flying blackened sin
One which shall help me in times of need
And rescue me from the shit I'm in
I rely on you, and that will always be wrong
Add some sadness, to this already sad song
By taking away the one I can lean on
By erasing yourself from my failing heart
I can tell you that you're taking away my sun
My light and warmth and the beauty of my art
My subject is gone and my canvas is too
My paints have been washed with the blankess of you
My pen has run out of the love we used to
Bask in at night and in the morning and all times in between
The things we don't say are the things that are seen
And although there is always a silver lining
And although they say the sun will keep shining
The air is cold, and the sky is grey
I would rather nothing
Than a broken heart anyway.
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