Come to me, my sweet melody,
For we belong in a universe of chaos.
Come to me, my shining sun,
For we shall dance in eternal misery.

How the softness of our hearts,
Have melted into the fire of frustration.
Come to me in my dreams,
For we need to meet again.
For We haven't formally met,
Let me introduce you to my dark demons.

Oh how I long to be held in your arms,
How I wish you could love me,
Over and over,
Like an endless circle raging around the stars.

Call me from dusk to dawn,
Lie with me beneath the moon.
Warm my head with your ponderous thoughts.
Oh how I wish we could spend forever in each others arms.

But sooner or later,
Forever would become sour sorrowness.
And I know that once we meet,
Our flames of passion
Would turn into flames of misery.

So come to me, my shining sun,
We shall make the worlds greatest melodies.
Let us sing our hearts out,
Until we have none left to bare.

He comes to me in the day of night,
Wanting more from my heart.
He claims that life is nothing but a dream,
And dreams are left to be envied.

He thinks of his father in back of his mind,
Aching to hear him speak his mind.
"Dance with the desire of your heart" he says to me.
But how can you dance when all you want to do is run?

"You can call me your savior" he whispers in my ear.
"Or your Jesus ascend".
"We will fight this world of nightmares together,
With the beat of our hearts"
Loud as we thump through our destiny of dreams and chaos.

Oh, how he makes me feel so safe and strong.
In a wounded world so depleted of life,
The only strength to bare is the beat in our hearts.
The fearlessness in his eyes rages like a fire,
Burning so bright,
Captivating the air of lungs, my heart, my soul.

So come to me in the dawn of night,
Leave me in the wake of morning.
I'll be here to wake your fantasy,
And save you from your enemies.
Take my hand, as we embrace the light of darkness
In each others faded dreams.

He carries me through the night on his wasted dreams,
And his battered soul.
He lives his life in the palms of his pockets
Drenched in the cold agony that wakes his dreams.

"The Stars between our eyes have ways to go" he says.
"But I'll wait the distance of eternity to see your dreams come true".

So we waited,
In the time of desperation,
And the wake of dawn.
My dreams never came true.
And all that arose was chaos.

Years pass,
As eternity fades,
And the only hope left to save a is faded mask,
With what little hope I have left,
For conquering my dreams.

The monsters that once ruled my head,
Have come creeping out, ready to play.
Gnawing through the dark forest that lingers under my bed,
Waiting to **** the joy of a new day.
Fiercely capturing the hope of tomorrow.
Threatening the light to my existence.
Drowning my mind with such painful sorrow.
So determined to destroy my persistence.
Holding me captive on an endless voyage.
Recreating the dark to shape the shadows of my pain.
Staining my emotion with such inhumane rage.
Stealing the thrown that keeps me sane.
They have come to raid my skin,
But I will never let them break in.

Death is knocking at my door,
Black stained with white shadows,
Nothing remains of his eager presents,
But a sad tragedy of life.

My heart, merely open,
is incapable of loving.
Life is nothing but life for the living,
I tell myself, life is not worth living,
For my misfortunes are not accepted,
Nor regarded for praise.

Death and I both know there
Is nothing left in the world,
To seek happiness in a dying life,
There will never be content in
The hurricane of storms that
Roam my thoughts,
Drowning my entire essence,
Covering the wedge I live upon.

We have an understanding,
He and I.
One in which we must obey,
That when I am tired and useless,
My life shall shatter and fall.

But I am still waiting,
On that faithful day,
One in which he and I
Understand that life
Is useless for the living.

But till then,
I am patiently waiting,
Waiting to stop fearing of horror,
And start my life in harmony,
For I am not his slave.
And life is worth living.

I can feel it in my skin,
The desire to want to be more,
To inhale all the potential
Inside my mind,
Carving the integration of
New man,
Standing out, isolated
From the rest,
To only find the lack of
Security in the world.

I know the truth hidden
Beneath the soul,
The high definition of
Absolution,
Creeping upon the surface
Of devotion,
Which only encourages
The mans spirit,
To lye under the stars
And daydream
Of a better world,
Better yet, why not start
A revolution.

Lighten my eyes
With the intensity of love,
To embrace my compassion
With the warmth of others,
And encode the
Meaning of life's purpose.
However old it may seem,
Or claim to be,
The world is never too rigid
For those who demand change.

Because in the end,
I don't know who I am,
Nor does anybody else.
So let's all join hands
And be unknown together,
Because without knowing
The potential of life,
We cannot dream of
A better future,
Encompassed by love.

We walk a distance of
A thousand suns,
Once Filled with
Ice cold hearts,
And acks of the
sorrow filled souls,
We dance through a kingdom
Hand picked by phony cowards,
That only dream of daring,
Although we can't escape
This prisoned life,
We know our destination
Is here.

Brawling through ones desires,
Captivating the truth with
One stripped heart,
As time counts down
Till the end,
Our time has come,
And it is now or never,
To save this world from
Infinit polluted distruction.

I saw the black crow, once,
On a long journey
When finding myself,
His eyes had the sadness
Of the worlds pain,
As his spirit drifted
By the anthem of
His own memories,
When the sky was grey,
With the horror filled calling
Of the sunrise in the morning,
He knew a new day had come,
To swallow his pain and
Feed off of someone new,
Symbolizing a new adventure had  
Come to take away his pride.

Although he never knew much,
He always had the heart
Of a thousand stars,
All clustered on the
Center of the moon, shining
For the entire galaxy
To be astonished by
his powerful spirit.

Even though he felt insignificant
And unimportant, he always
Found a way to fly
Out if the darkness,
And turn into something new,
Drifting along with the lovely
Wind, turning the world
Into what it one day should be.

In the end,
Although many whitenessed
The back crow,
I was fortunate to
See the back crow,
Exactly for what it was,
Spreading its black broken
Wings, reaching for the sky,
With the hope if one day
Gaining the beauty to truly live
In a world that understands
His true nature.