Negative lights
Negative Lights ~Miss A Choosing to be rather called drowsy, than to let a sudden exchange of moment pull you down the rail, A simple hell should itne called, deep unlike any well. And as one notices the enchanting briefs, forced to mend with its ways, they examine, As if you're chasing one-fifty, and sence a coming to collapse speeding vehicle right straight. It's numbing, it's raging, it's roaring, and accepts you of your death, And just the instant you realise the value of life, it's played you to your instances. And when you start noticing these scripts, in the accents of tongue and brain, It's a dive, contagious of contaminated layers, which you'd hope to never take. Some dives are shallow, less to be, some make you understand numbing serenity, And in some, you find the artifacts, you know are samples of poison you've tasted. Aware of the possibility of finding them, you try your hit all the brakes, Without the anti-dote of finding the strength, it