Why has the sky turned black?
Will there ever be any turning back
From this confusion and consternation
Gripping me holding me choking me
The grey sky taunts me from afar
With its little sunny vacation brochures
Now I'm falling down and here you stand
Watching me from the pedestal I admire
Yet bitterly detest you upon, in envy I bathe
Once it was here, all together all bright
Then I kissed the darkness it all waived goodnight
So I wave to myself from my perch upon the lofy
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