Continuation
4/15/2026.
I know my heart, it lives in tandem with my soul One incessant beat that never stops. I write for the things I love, the things that you can’t face. I write for dreams- yours and mine— memories of our best days that we’ve come to mourn. You say I am too dark and too negative but I walk among it all, the only beacon the night may ever know. I am a lonely candle in the dark, but I do not wane. Take a look at your life and your lovers Take a look at your strife and your vices Leave me at nighttime, take your false prophet of a Sun with you.