Nocturnal as a bat
Unrealistic minds
Crave the light
Never accustomed to being that bright.
Black hides beauty
Thy mystery of unnoticed prettiness
Seeing what nobody else does
Pure imagination settles beholden perception.
My great symphony
Light but heavy tunes traveling through
like drums inside my ears
Thy sound of pain
Shall thou ignore pure melody?
Darkness to thy brightness
It doth not shed pang
Hiding true feelings entwined against false bliss
Pretend harmonization against the white:
misfits read corpse-like minds.
Reside in thy darkness
Loneliness is undoubtedly better
Then living a lie;
A loving freak shall breathe lovelier
than an insensitive crowd projecting steaming woes.