Fly to the moon,
try to escape.
It hate this life,
but there's no reason to hate.
It's the bittersweet smell,
of bright-shined suicide.
Those endless tears of weakness,
that I just wanna hide.
The sky is dark but burning,
like the dreams in your heart.
After-death visions,
PARTY HARD!
It's your way to be,
sarcasm that helps to survive.
Search a way to freedom,
a cliff to jump an dive..
© Illumina
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