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The Black Sun

The Black Sun

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I see the black sun

It has turned to ashes,

The fire is no more

The light is no more.

I see its pieces falling

I see the sky rolling,

I sigh and cry and laugh and scream

Its falling pieces are my dream.


I roll and catch a piece

It tastes bitter and sweet,

It burns my mouth

I scream in ecstasy,

It bites my soul

The black sun is my fantasy.


I bite my nails

And sing and weep,

The sun is burnt

Why do I still weep,

And sing and sleep?

I want to burn

To ashes and fall

No more seeing, feeling, 

Listening, weeping,

Burn me up to ashes

Somebody burn me for once and for all.


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