The night is always so magnetic, the street lights beaming with cold white
The town is sleeping, but one person is watching out the window sight
Her gaze's directed to the building that stands so lonely near the woods
Next day she'll come there just as always, and will tear up the things she drew
The building's full of happy voices, with hooting and annoying laugh
The girl is sitting at the sofa, she's used to watch this senseless stuff
With empty eyes she draws her pictures, where everyone she sees shall die
Within her mind she knows one thing for good, she has to keep her smile
Magnetic night
© Copyright: Эсси Кримсон, 2026
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