I..

Part of the sun, part of the moon, is the pain that remained sheltered. 

It's getting hot, it's getting cold, further than my normal breath

Call me again, call me no more, decisions were that awful

I know, it was further away, to yet to say my name...

Holy light, far from night, care to follow me down here, 

Not tonight, now that I, was killed by there.

Best by you, part of me, cry to that.

Oh no me fate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!