Brilliant Green Enemy
a line of black swans in a pale sky a griefing hand and gathering shadows a sobbing voice without effect, my tears are in vain
shining in the moon are the angel's stairs before them, all my hopes are just laments do i want to be like this forever?
its not that something has changed or that a miracle has happened
the Enemy lives inside myself yeah I know... under the shut sky i am shivering I stand alone
i am naive but i have noticed
on the water's surface are my spilt tears my spike of anxietry can't be hidden if i go back, now reaching out my hand, somebody has been crying i'm not overwhelmed with sentiments but theres no way i can stand
The Enemy lives inside myself yeah I know... its still an unpassable wall but thats fine don't you want to see the blue sky thats stretching out to the other side
its a small star now but it lights up the day is it here? I stand alone
a night breeze brushing against my chest, futility is so foolish. its fine to be scoffed at don't you want to see it? the blue sky stretching out to the other side
