You're the fish that sparkles in my darkest seas,
A fish that's leapt from its bowl, laughing with ease.
It might sound strange, but this is my world,
Where nothing's by the rules, and that's how I'm consoled.
If you're tired and want to leave my mind behind,
Promise to visit my dreams and stay, be kind.
In my dreams, there's no snow or winter's freeze,
Yet I caught a chill from the coldness in your breeze.
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again.
Hello darkness, my old friend.
Everyone here has lost their mind, and I'm just the same,
It's not my fault—I've lost control of this game.
Ario Nahavandi
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