Tell me I’m the moon,
Baby,
That I pull you in
That I’m only reflective
Of that shown upon me
That nothing warm
Will stay

Tell me, baby,
That you’re the stars
A vast, luminous galaxy
That your black satin backdrop
Won’t swallow me blind
And spit me out
Grey

They say pain hurts the most when it comes
knocking on our doors unexpectedly,
but I would beg to differ.
The most painful type of pain
takes years to cultivate.
it is when we,
for some reason
become so used to it
to the point that we become numb,
turning into statues of empty souls
dressing up as humans.

There is an Angel that changed my life,
She teached me not to fight,
And I've dropped everything I've had for her,
Eventually giving her my soul.

But as a demon as I am,
I've put my ego in front and lost her,
Now I'm crying from the depth of  my soul,
Knowing that there is nothing to do more.

I prayed to God to give you all,
Even though its painfull to know,
That another man have you by his side,
That was the best things I've could decide.

I cry so much in the depth of my heart,
Knowing we both went on separate path,
I want everything to finish now,
The pain is too much, to death I bow.

But if I do that, who will be there to pray for you more?
Atleast this is a reason I can live for.