They never warn you about what happens when the sun sets in paradise. What kind of spectres and demons awake to haunt the fields, as you try to catch the last rays of hallelujah. I promised myself I wouldn't be too sad, and I'm not, there are just times when I think what would have been if we had more time. It was never on my side, yet I feel myself wondering why I was given something so perfect, if it had to be taken away so quickly? It's not gone for good, there are still traces, but as always I want more, I want it all. The moonlight guides me through the forest, helping me escape whatever might lurk in the dark abyss. I march forward, awaiting the moment when the sun shall rise again, and every breath I draw from my broken lips, tastes just a little bit of you.
