Midnight seems to be the means of creation for every being within me
I have reasons to believe I am not the only one who sees
But those reasons shall not proceed due to the invalidation of those reasons
Treason through seasons while believing in hope
Voices will not mute in the dispute between myself and smoke
I am cloaked in I don't knows and maybes
And lately the idea of one who can save me faintly fades away
Little by little every day I pave the ways of days that just bring me down
While the voices whisper
I cover her in midnights gown

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