Knight Without His Sky

I wasn't too sure where I was back then. It was a saturday at approximately 5:39 PM. I was on the road and while passed through pleasure valley (It's far from torture.) I saw a graveyard on my left and some shrubbery on my right. I'm okay, I'm alright. I'm sick of love, I'm not in dire need of your pulse to keep my heart beating. I'm not starving for the pain from your grip. I'm Not Starving. You spit fire, your burnt me down. I LOVE LOVELESS NIGHT SKIES. It's alright, It's okay.