[Demons - Imagine Dragons🎶]Â
My heart has stopped.
My thoughts are silent.
The light of my utopia has gone out.
Half of my inner voice is dead.
On this night either hate me
or hate me.
I'm passionate about loves
that are like hate.
I was stuck.
To the square of my pain.
To my heart's verb.
To the philosophy of my mind.
I've been struck
by the geography of my hands.
*
When my eyes were opened for the first time in a long time, I felt tired. I straightened up slowly and rubbed my eyes. Hiraeth was not with me. When I got out of bed and left the room, I went down the stairs and into the main hallway. While the devils, all different from each other, chatted and laughed, I went down to the great garden and settled under the tree where I always sit. It was cloudy and the sun was not visible. I heard a familiar voice behind me as I stared at the air as gloomy as me.
