The gentle breeze caress me,
As I stare at the skies by the sea,
The leaves are falling slowly,
And the birds sing softly for free,
When your death came before me,
The universe mourned you for me,
For I lived too long somewhere magical,
A place of you and me,
Now life devoid you is surely hevel,
That is what they don't want me to see.

They warned me beforehand,
Magic never last,
When you find out how the trick is done,
And so the magic is gone.

The trick to her magic,
was her being alive.

Some people are dancers in the light,
Others simply wander the day,
The dancers do everything right,
Only to hear what the audience have to say,
The wanderers spend sight more than might,
Just waiting for the Sun to go away,
And night would surely come,
When it does, no one is home.

So before nightfall takes it all,
Go and have a dance with your soul.

You're not proud of having me,
Those who are wise could clearly see,
But a fool had this heart let me be,
Because I'm still yours, and you, you're free.

And I don't mean to write as though love is a prison,
Yet every second of this feels like a treason,
Againts the kingdom of my mind, my heart, and my soul,
All conquered, all within a Fall.

There is no love nor compassion,
In your sovereignty,
There is only a delusion,
and I, who had fail to see.

A beautiful lie so moving,
it kept this blind man going,
"You're mine",
as so I had chanted,
with my pride aligned,
to nothing it was bounded,
to nothing but reality,
because that's the only boundary,
to a dream.

Still, with you,
Maybe a fool is who I wish to be,
Because with you,
Hope might just be.

Although Hope is just a possibility
of a dream merging with reality,
like two bubbles some would succeed,
most, however, would burst as they meet,
Although Hope is just a possibility,
Although Hope is just a possibility,
How could I settle for less?

Heave a sigh,say
Everything is fine
Lie when necessary
Prefer admiration than mind

Mr.Everything'sAlright
Egoistic and full of pride.
!

A new year,
To start a new,
Though I fear,
I would still wish for you.

One more year,
of drowning in blue.

Three angels came to greet me,
They said they seek for a friend to be,
First is the Angel of Death,
whom I befriended with,
Now my soul would be reaped with care,
Second is the Angel of Sorrow,
whom I befriended with,
To accompany me on a blue day,
Third is the Angel of Love,
whom I befriended with not,
For love only hurt,So I wouldn't dare.

She told me it's unwise for me,
To be close to her,
She asked me to flee,
From her hellfire,
That's what she claimed to be,
A living hell,a moving cluster,
Yet,I stay committed to sinning,
Maybe my soul desire to be a king,
On her surface,
And get closer to her fiery grace,
I don't want to part ways,
Still longs to be amazed by her face,
Still crave to be stunned by her gaze,
Want her shoulder as a place for my head to rest,
Even if it's hotter than a furnace.

A statue in the middle of the blue space,
With no windows on all four walls,
Downcasted eyes on its pretty face,
Tears streaming down from it like waterfall,
Made out of marbles cold like winter's kiss,
Begging me to keep it warm,
Stuck in this chilling dawn as time freezes,
Yet its diamond encrusted chest might make me succumb,
To its every desire.

I woke up with you next to me,
I'm hugging you tight,
Unsure if I've set you free,
Yet your smile had turned bright,
Your tears halted its stream,
Your eyes starts to beam,
I feel the statue crumbling to dust,
Except the heart that is made of what's 'neath Earth's crust.

I'll carve a better sculpture for you,
Where it'll never turn blue,
And hope will shine bright through its eyes,
The mouth will no longer have to speak comforting lies,
Its hand will grip tight and close,
A bouquet of dark red rose,
That I'll give everyday.

You are a dove,
I am a raven,
All that you love,
I have forsaken,

I was ready for your love,
but your white I was scared to taint
I'm just scared to dive,
deep into your life.
You were my dove,
I was your raven.