Sky Is Truly Dead To Me
Sky Is Truly Dead To Me
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The ocean blue turns into ink,
And midnight sirens start to sing.
Lurking in alleys and over heads,
That you could wind up dead.
A broken night of windy chills,
Is the brokenness that kills.
When stars and moon can no man see,
The sky is truly dead to me.