Like the sword when sings,
I cry inside me
exhausted by lonesome deaths.
I dream of royal slumbers,
roses, thorns tearing me out.
I see the sky crumble
rain heavy thunders from the clouds.
My heart wants to melt,
but my eyes, they're too cold.
My body wants to live,
but my soul, its not too old.

And the paper wants to turn,
dances, wants to escape.
The music demands me
And the sound between silences
they tear me into pieces.
Bring me some beauty.
I want to feel beautiful again,
like the wolf in the moon
singing its last call.

The clown for once did turn his frown,
and before he realized a drop fell down,
saved his soul from the life it slurred
with all love and the music never heard..
( The Clown that Night Did Smile so Bright )
Even the friendly tears shone
with all fears now gone
The Clown that night did smile ...
He smiled Alone.

The clock ticks slower
than the thousand waves crushing
your shadow, lilting your echo.
And i slumber alive inside the grave
you built, beneath my beautiful.

Then your stars start falling,
like sweet tears from the cloud
with winds you whisper,
they smile aloud.
They dream, of your fate,
and my fate, conflating,
creating their own bewildering dawn.
Their own glamour
Their own secret.