I watch
The world go down in flames,
Burning, driven by blames;
I hear
The screams of the dead
In the comfort of my bed;
I feel
The silent pain and tears
And everyone's deepest fears;
I see
How we slowly fade into the abyss
Into days of hopeless bliss.

Who turned out the lights?
Who’s frightened again at night?
Searching for undeniable proof
To clarify the scary truth.

Noises and voices you hear,
Coldness you feel near;
Ice kisses on your cheeks,
Across your skin – fire streaks.

Who turned out the lights?
Who walks alone during the night?
Seeing things that aren’t there;
Dying out of pure despair.

On a sunny day on the road
You amusingly strode.
When I tried to start a talk
You rudely away from me walk.
I’m sorry for desperately trying
But your arrogance I’m not buying.

Your humour is nothing compared to mine
And with your voice it sounds so divine.
Your eyes are not brown and ordinary
And even if I deny, I want to stare badly.
You somehow detest me, I understand,
I hate not to know what you do not stand.

You don’t let people flatter you,
I know, you’re kind of shy, too.
You lift your ******* with a smile
As I try again not to become volatile.
And when I finally give up and leave,
you smile and come back as ou see fit.

I'm still in your notebook
Long after you've left
My page remains
Being open was hard for you
I get that
Not all of us can bare to share
But I pushed you away
For that I'm sorry
If you ever need me again
I'll still remain in your notebook

You’re made out of stardust
And little pieces of time
Strung together
Forever and infinite.

I stand this pain so long,
from the dusk of day all the way through past the rise of dawn.
Sometimes look out in empty distance wondering if I shall go on.
I've been so long walking past the pain,
but that that don't change how it's a burden all the same.
Not even worrying about faded dreams of fortune and of fame.
The dark does not only come at night, it lingers in my head.
Pummels my spirit so thoroughly and leaving it to dread.
These thoughts come to my mind, they come from my heart.
It takes my memories and uses feeling that pick and pulls apart.
Remember where this point is is somewhere between heaven and those left for dead.
Because like I said, the dark lingers and the thoughts all come in from my head.