Dark Beauty
Alone in my room, I sit in the dark
Of all of my brothers, I’ve left my mark
One is of water, one is of sky
But none of them, none, are as beautiful as I
For there is a way, I know, to fall in love with depression
That may be why music is my obsession
As I listen to “Ohio is for Lovers” in my room
I know it glorifies death, because death is what I do
There was a girl I know, who saw the allure
And saw death as something beautiful; something pure
But her steps were of life and of flowers and crowns
When I looked into her eyes, she didn’t know I drowned
And here I am, Hades, just another emo kid
Listening to death metal with his earbuds in
Persephone saves me, but from whom, is the question
Myself, I reply
But I haven’t quite learned the lesson
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