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Red light when i'm thinking of you. White light when I wasn't a mess in front of you. Black light when I was a mess in front of you. Grey light when I haven’t seen you. Yellow light when I see you.

Blackly written but with flow. Etched down the end of the frozen time zone. She picks up the pen from the flask. As the fireplace heat intensifies and scaly ice melts into liquid that drips down on the aged paper in a fake cry so all she was able to write was the foolish but hopeful word rewrite.

Heroes don't always wear capes some wear everyday normal clothing others uniforms and dogtags some risk their lives everyday others send messages through song and books all of them save lives anyway in one way or another some of them aren't even real some do things they're not proud of, that they wish could hide some bear scars just to hold on to the things they love some don't even realize they are hero to others some are..... it doesn't make a difference to people that love them some people laugh at those who we call our heroes but we just ignore them because.... heroes don't need to be perfect for us they can be flawed,and

This is dark, forgotten ground And you shouldn't be here Go away, 'cause you have found The place I hold most dear My soul is as black as day I am best left alone You should really go away For this is not your home The gates protect my lonely heart Since long ago, it was torn apart A silver life is a golden lie Because I cannot die Crows here sing an immortal song Of how the sky turned red They're accompanied by a mystic gong Telling tales of my homestead Once more I watch the setting sun Put the trees to sleep Nothing I did can be undone And forgiveness comes not cheap The gates protect my lonely heart For long ago, it was torn apart A si