Dark

DEIMANTAS, three seven - Dark

(Chorus)
In the heart of midnight’s cloak
I stroll
Where moonlight tiptoes and stars console
The dark, my confidante, my silent muse
Its ink spills tales of grit—the highs, the bruise

(Verse)
All life is a mystery to me
In it feel mystical
It makes no sense for me
To wait for peace
The dark ain’t scary;
It’s my midnight spark
Where metaphors bloom
And realities hark

(Chorus)
In the heart of midnight’s cloak
I stroll
Where moonlight tiptoes and stars console
The dark, my confidante, my silent muse
Its ink spills tales of grit—the highs, the bruise