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Starry Night
The ghostly sight
Within that terrible night
Of Death's silent hand
Gripping the town to join the Damned
A crescent moon shines little hope
As the shadows tree of cope
Turned tall and looked of death
Hovering over the town of crystal meth
Roving hills swallowed life
Cutting the stars like a bloody knife
Nothing is real, nothing is here
I am what this town fears
The hallucinations are now gone
Midnight turns to dawn
Where was I?
Though the Starry Nights eye
Is now closed and shut
Towns people are no longer cut
They are awake and alive
Although I can no longer survive
This silent meth town where I stayed
Took me away to nothing as I slowly fade
