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I AM NOT PETE DAVIS, GO SUPPORT HIM ON BANDCAMP https:// petedavis.bandcamp.com/music Careful, careful. The darkness fills us all. Feel it within me. Oh, can you feel it, too? Time has come so quickly. You were not prepared for the day that had arrived. She looks your way, smile so politely. Soon she will appreciate everything around her as the flowers begin to die; they were just born yesterday. The soil has turned to soot. Any day they will come knocking, Asking forgiveness for they never said a word. But you will refuse; she is more important. Heaven may be high but it’s not that hard to find. When the clouds part after the rain, the flowers blooming again, she waits for you when the day ends. “Would you like to walk home with me today?” Such a kind soul is difficult to find. We all need a shoulder for our own head, for ours is too far away to rest all day. The bruises on my face, I swear I am okay. He did not mean to get so angry with me. I just said some things I probably shouldn’t have said. Demons leave you alone unless you say something to provoke them. Here, now, it is so peaceful. I could spend all day out here with you. Oh, please, come inside. I don’t want you to leave me. Thunder is coming close. Try to take your mind away from all the noises and flashing light. The storm is scared, and if we stand our ground we might lead it away. And if you believe that every time you close your eyes, (you will see the light) the images you see engraved in your eyelids are just semblances of dreams you’ve had and the only real thing that exists right now is you and me. Believe that I won’t let you down. Monsters live within us. Land has dried, died away. All the birds can not stay. Cautious hands grab away. (I know it’s hard, but you have got to close your eyes. I know it’s hard, but we have got the light of day). Calm, the day slowly slips away. Owls sing a dirge of quiet autumn streets. I never want to see him again. From the darkness, light. Ash to ash. So we live our lives for this, bleed our blood to make it pure, boiling through our veins, and rise to the skies, lifting our insides up so high we can see the ground turn away. Watching from her window you can see the stars at night. Quietly she sleeps, and you would dare not move. How she feels for you, oh, darkness fills us all. She will not forget you, holding tight her hand. Skin softer than yours; you never knew you could feel the way you feel. Oh, darkness fills us all.