Noir

Noir noir noir
why do I sense paranoir?

It never felt right from the beginning,
Or was it being part of the whole?
Cause the hole it is is

Noir noir noir
Why does it always have to be?

Joyously so immaculate,
How this dwells in your existence
Without your conjures, there aren’t any measures,

How do you teach the birds to sing?
When quiet, there is peace,
But the birds would do too.