Mother, mother
You know nothing
You do not know my darkest days
And nights driven by insomnia

You aren't aware of my self hatred
Nor my paranoia and anxiety
And how sorrow ate me slowly
As I lay in my bed silently weeping

I believed that you neglected me
Because I felt alone
I was in the ocean in the middle of the storm
High waves almost sunk my boat

You have read my poems
They were portals to my sufferings
Sorrowful words filled my work
Yet you still knew nothing

4 years of agony
My demons visit me frequently
They hunt me in my darkest nights
Not even the moon could shine

Mother, mother
You have forsaken me
And blamed me for my own sufferings
You didn't understand

Small red tablet
I am now drowsy

Small red tablet
I now forget *****

Small red tablet
I am now suddenly happy

Small red tablet
I now forgot what sorrow is

It is almost dawn now
Can someone sing me a lullaby
And tuck me in
Caress my hair
As I close my eyes
This would be my only peace
I could drift to sleep
With that beautiful voice that sings
I now forgot what chaos is.

These pills that I must take,
Would they be my key to happiness?
Or would they only give temporary relief?

These pills that I must swallow,
Would it cure me?
Or would it only keep me alive?

Let me be your match
Light me up
And I will be your light
Thru the darkest nights
As I burn in flames
And wish my blaze will last longer
This fire will be your comfort
And I care not to become ashes
For I have given you my all
But grant me one favor
Always remember my flame.

Oh how beautiful the devil is!
Piercing eyes that can lure
A nose sculpted to perfection
A smile that can fool

The devil holds such beauty
It is simply immaculate
Easily mistaken for a face of an angel

Oh what a sinful desire
To admire the devils beauty
And listen to the sweet lies

It has mastered the art of seduction
In one glimpse of its beauty
Mortals will be down on their knees
As they let lust blind them

Those blue eyes I see
It reminds me of the sky
And even the sea

I must admit
I'd like to stare at it
Those eyes that are moonlit

Blue eyes can be camouflaged
Into a photo of the sea that is collaged
Surely this isn't a mirage

Let me paint those eyes
So the memory doesn't dies
It will be a moment that doesn't say goodbye