Night and day
Suddenly I am a shapeshifter
I dream in turns

A good man's conscience
is a virtuous currency
he/she has the will to Love live and die
by giving themselves away

Dead men dance
With freedom in their hands
Gone is the world
Gone are their plans
They have nothing
Yet nothing is okay
Embracing the beauty within the mundane
Wishing
Wishing
They were alive

Look at the way she moves
I see her in my dreams
dancing with colours
painting shades of serene

The canvas she adorns
is layered with her screams
her name is dark here
but I see what it means

Her eyes have been tempered
through fire and deceit
to burn is the cost
of a lovers heartbeat

Her voice is a story
of violence unleashed
her words, allegory
cascade through me

When angels are fallen
only they grieve
baring their souls
they forfeit reprieve

Her blood is the reason
my veins are replete
she drowns in the flood
so I can still breathe

Life is good
Life is bad
Life can be tough
Life can be hard
Why do you question about life?
We all should know
Because you have a lot to learn still
So be strong.

The snow is here
It won’t disappear
It snows for hours
The snowflakes fall
Tonight may be cold
But the sky is bold
I stand there waiting
While the water is draining
It still snows
Each snowflake falls
I stand there waiting
I stand there shaking
Waiting for it to disappear
The ice comes
Water freezes
And so do I
Then summer comes
I am alive