I need water
Yet my bottle is empty
I want a lover
Would you like to be my baby?

If a trash could write a poetry
Would you like to read?
Or you just regard it ******
Cause nothing worth comes from it

It was getting cold
warm breath beside my ear
turning cold and frizzy

I was trying to make it
warm like it used to be
I was trying to change this

starting to burning
anything around, hoping
that breath wasn't freezing

instead of the unseen
ice inside his breath
getting melted

it stayed still freezing  
the fire wasn't enough burning
yet I had nothing to give

thus I burned myself
gave my flesh to keep
the fire wouldn't be dead

I said to myself
I need more and more fire
what else I can burn and burn till that can turn

I said to myself
hold it a little bit more and more
He won't be as cold as night anymore  

fire was on
yet his breath was still cold

fire was on
I couldn't take the control

fire was on
promptly touching my soul

fire was on
I wish I was never holding him on

I'm disgusted by myself
Because I am starting to believe in your song
And barely dancing the way you want

I have done enough at noon
I have run fast crossing the line between reality and illusion
Then some sleep is better for me
Tonight until morning maybe

The skies seem timeless, they always offer me plenty of delight light, sparkle the hollow in my eyes
The sounds of children’s giggles also summon my worn bliss within me, which is seldom to happen, the happiness  
Then some sleep is better for me
Tonight until morning maybe

Do not attempt my soul, my flesh, my universe
If you examine my heart carefully, Jet bleeding from the past ache adorns what is inside, all over my rib’s wall covered by the blood  
Then some sleep is better for me
Tonight until morning maybe

Still, I can’t fall asleep
Still, the caustic rancor of mine burns my sweet blanket until the flame touches my skin,
Still, there is nothing under my pillow, yet my ears hear the terrible croon as it is from the abyss  
Still, God never actually come in and save me between my beautiful, beautiful nightmare,
Then some sleep is better for me
Tonight until morning in my afterlife

Keep your heart alive
Once it's dead,
you'll end up in such a mess

We share the same dream
thus, I have nothing to worry
thus, I don't need to flee
even though sleeping on the coldest night
even though my nightmare starts when I wake up

You make my fall night feel warmer

We share the same morning coffee
Sun becomes useless when that smile appears slowly
or hearing that soft voice which as plumes of swan
thus, I can stand for the next hundreds of dawn

You make my coffee taste sweeter