I lost my name In the storm of my mind,
In the darkness time of the night.
In god i lost my faith
In the devil, I don’t trust my soul to take.
So, here I stand
A broken man
With nothing else to give,
Just broken thoughts
And bad dreams.

Oh my creator
Why did you made me this way?
In the shadows of the night
You build me
from dirt and suffer.
I was pure
A soul without a purpose
A man on path.
But then, you left me,
With a broken soul
A heart made of stone.
You made me a mortal
With a strong desire
Of the sweet immortality.

I run to the woods
Looking for my soul,
Trying to find a reason
to keep me in this world.
I searched for hope
I searched for love
But I only could find
Darkness and hurt.
At the end
When the sun has gone
I became stone
and nothing more.

My dearest friend, my heart's own mate,
To whom I freely bare my soul,
In whom I find a loyal mate,
To whom my every secret's told.

Together we have faced the dark,
And tasted both the sweet and sour,
Our friendship born from friendship's spark,
Has grown into a mighty tower.

Our bond has withstood the test of time,
And strengthened with each passing year,
With you, my friend, I'm in my prime,
And all the world seems bright and clear.

I cannot fathom life without
Your kind and caring presence near,
For with you, every shadow's doubt
Is chased away, and all is clear.

So let us raise a glass to us,
And toast to friendship, pure and true,
For in each other we can trust,
Our bond, a treasure ever new.

keeper of my soul
Holder of my heart
Take my body
From this dark.
We are young
Without hope
But together
Maybe we can find
our way back home.

Oh, anxiety, you ravenous beast,
That preys upon my troubled mind,
With every breath, your grip increases,
And leaves me restless, undefined.

You slither and slide, in shadows cast,
And lurk behind each passing thought,
A gnawing hunger, that eats at last,
And leaves me consumed and distraught.

You whisper in my ear at night,
And haunt my every waking hour,
A dark specter that's out of sight,
Yet wields a mighty, crushing power.

You twist and turn my every dream,
And color every waking moment,
A gnawing, nagging, ceaseless scream,
That steals my peace and leaves torment.

You are the raven, perched above,
A harbinger of death and woe,
The constant, cawing, carrion dove,
That feeds on all I love and know.

And yet, despite your fearsome might,
And all the pain you bring to bear,
I vow to face you with my might,
And banish you into thin air.

For though you linger at my door,
And threaten to consume my soul,
I know that I am so much more,
And in the end, I shall be whole.