World of Pitch Black
Cold tears run down her cheek.
He takes her hand.
He looks in her eyes but doesn't speak.
The pain he sees, he cannot understand.
She wished she could make him see,
But her heart has lost it's fire.
He thinks of all they used to be.
It's what they both desire.
She says, "Look at us.
Who are we now?
Everything is such a fuss.
I want to fix this, but don't know how."
"Baby," he says, "We'll make it right.
We'll lay down our weapons, love.
We'll stop the fight,
and go back to the days we're so reminiscent of."
She looked at him and started smile.
"I've been waiting for you,
And had no weapon for some while.
Is it really true?"
"Yes, my angel, my dark angel, baby.
I want us back,
without even a maybe."
And with that he brought her out of a world of pitch black.
He takes her hand.
He looks in her eyes but doesn't speak.
The pain he sees, he cannot understand.
She wished she could make him see,
But her heart has lost it's fire.
He thinks of all they used to be.
It's what they both desire.
She says, "Look at us.
Who are we now?
Everything is such a fuss.
I want to fix this, but don't know how."
"Baby," he says, "We'll make it right.
We'll lay down our weapons, love.
We'll stop the fight,
and go back to the days we're so reminiscent of."
She looked at him and started smile.
"I've been waiting for you,
And had no weapon for some while.
Is it really true?"
"Yes, my angel, my dark angel, baby.
I want us back,
without even a maybe."
And with that he brought her out of a world of pitch black.