She said it was inspired by the worst thing imaginable.
I believed her.
I knew what it felt to be inspired by the worst thing.
But why are we? Does it speak through us?
Even if it was from another place, why does it move me so? I felt his soul crying out in pain, although the lyrics seemed to be happy and carefree, somewhat of beauty. I felt it as my own, I knew what he meant.
Maybe he knew what I know too. We won't make it. That its darkness overwhelms us completely, and we're grasping at that last ray of light, crying, hoping, begging for mercy.
Somehow, I know that I have the same fate as him. The tears and pain that surge are just a reminder that it was too late for him, and me....
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