Wow. True, though. The last line is a perfect ending.
In this beautiful nightmare Love holds Death’s hand And walks along a jaded path The sky is gray and cries with all its fury As the sun relinquishes its throne to the moon Who dons her crown and smiles down In this beautiful nightmare I stand alone waiting for you With a withered rose in hand For Death’s scythe is love And life is nothing more than a beautiful nightmare |
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