This town turns into a labyrinth at night,
A city of the sleeping dead,
If I wander these streets with nothing on my mind,
I can see it.
Buried under the dreams of those who are asleep,
Those who have locked away their passions.
Is my trembling heart
My reason for existence in that way,
My reason for existence in the same way,
Smiles and falls silent.
Why do my emotions sway as such?
I've always been looking,
Under a sun which was never meant to shine like this.
I can't see it anywhere
Where is key to that door.
The door to my love, hidden.
What's more important then words?
The time keeps passing and you can't realize it
Waiting for a sign to be taught like this
Let my music flow into my words. Let it ravage worlds.
A faint light shining on a real love
I'm looking for a reason
I've always been looking
Where could it have disappeared?
Where is that reason to live, laugh and love?
I hesitate to continue in this deep labyrinth
What if there is more pain?
My reason for existence in that way,
My reason for existence in the same way,
Smiles and falls silent.
Why do my emotions sway as such?
I've always been looking,
Under a sun which was never meant to shine like this.
I can't see it anywhere
Where is key to that door.
The door to my love, hidden.

I remember when I was a child,
A child amidst an ocean of rage.
Chaos clouded each step I took,
My emotions drained out of my soul.
I refined my rage, the crimson hate,
I resented Avarice, I had it all.
Fear had abandoned me long ago,
My will was strong, it burned with a glow.
I had abandoned Hope, for its light did not shine for me,
My dark soul saw compassion as a facade,
and Love was always locked away.
The blades of Chaos carved my soul,
its black hands destroyed my heart.
My innocence was lost to all,
Darkness seeped out of me to all near me.
Traitors and backstabbers I met with each day,
I smiled gruesomely as my mind they sliced.
On surface, all hope I had lost,
But deep within, my heart cried out.
I saw anguish and terror dark,
the flames of hell bathed my life.
And finally a day did come,
When in torment, an oath I took.
I promised to play life's game,
I swore to dissolve myself.
I carved a mask of glittering facades,
to hide away my inner self.
For years I lived like this,
shunning emotions and companionship.
I smiled when I cried, drank all my tears,
And tried to do where others had failed.
I was there for all,
A placid smile on my face.
But the fates are cruel,
they had the power to rule and send me back to my hell.
The mask of my facades one day I left,
Unknow to me my heart cried out.
It imprinted itself on the first soul it found,
But ah cruel fates, you had your say!
They crackled in their seats,
For they had the play manned.
They gave me one to love indeed,
But sadly she could not love me back.
Suddenly, my calm broke,
Crimson rage rose up like the blood of a corpse,
I was angry at fate, angry at myself.
Avarice found my heart,
I wanted her happy, I wanted her smiles.
Fear of rejection kept me at bay,
My will to fight gave way.
Cowardly hope claimed my heart,
In the eyes of allies, compassion I found.
Love with a vengenance found my heart,
Suddenly my heart a doeful song did sing.
My eyes sank deep into dark lament,
Chaos saw the doors of my heart open and with me insecure,
overcame me with a chaotic embrace.
In midst of pain and angst,A soothing voice I heard,
The Reaper with his scythe upturned,
called out to me in melodious refrains,
"Sleep with me Adam's child."
He asked of me,
Lay down in the fields of dew.
Drink a brew of hemlock,
And dream in silence, eternal in the lands of death.
My heart, a wounded animal cried,
It thought good of Death's offer.
My mind however lost not its faith,
and cried out to 'Life' to convince me again.
"My dear child" said the white lady,
"Lose not hope in life's turmoil,
I agree you have been witness to pain,
but fear not I will give you your respite.
"Would you listen to this beautiful lie?"
cried Death with his stony voice,
"I never lie but you, child of Adam,
must eventually die."
Anguish filled my darkened soul,
My mind was in torment and made no sense.
I dreamed of Life and that of Death,
but chose to go back again.

On a cold and bitter night,
A day when to celebrate a child's birth, children work,
A man lies dead in the snow.
Frozen by harsh reality,
This man lies dead, his open eyes staring at a polluted sky,
Where a tower blinks red, unlike his reindeer which men had for their flesh,
How can such a man exist, when what he stood for was compassion,
and now only avarice runs rampant today.
Above him, in a ratty apartment,
the TV blares advertisements made for holidays.
Above him, the people believe only in gifting to receive gifts,
Money can't buy you love,
Yet it seems so untrue when the cold wind kicks in.
This man lies dead on cold snow,
and no one lifts a finger to save him.
No cookies and milk wait for him near a warm hearth.
Santa is dead, the Grinch has won.

They say blood is thicker than water.
They say family matters the most.
I am the child of matrimonial diplomacy,
A ritual to bind the two ends of human nature,
I am a child of brutal union.
One of flesh, not of minds and hearts.
Yet now, as I am a relic of shattered times,
The world around me heals.
I am a painful reminder of the time I was ravaged.
I am a stranger to houses with warm hearths.
They say family gives you roots.
But what us the fruit of the plant whose roots have found no place?
Always misunderstood.
Never sad, unknown to joy.
I am a stranger to those who have lent me their blood and name.

It could be anytime,
It could be any seedy bar.
Walk in with the crowd,
And you'll see me there.
A man asks me to play him a memory,
This is the bar of dreams,
The only stranger is me.
I sing to him a song of youth, of love and belief.
There are so many faces, so many names,
So many friends that I've met,
So many dreams, hopes and views,
It's a miracle that the bar doesn't implode.
Take a breath, take a seat.
I'll borrow your words and write you a dream.
I'll stroke the keys, I'll bleed out my soul,
You'll wake up fresh and renewed.
The spotlight will slowly burn me away,
My body will surely burst into a thousand words.
But all of you shall be happy,
As my disembodied soul closes the doors.
Like Prometheus, I'll heal and live again.
For you, I'd write a song and a memory.

I can promise you the dying breaths of an eternal god.
I could promise you the laughter of a grieving child.
Yet I can't promise that I won't go anywhere
We might be separated someday,
And I always want to protect you,
Even when you can no longer see me under the sun,
The truth is, you will never be alone.
Always consider this.
The words of the last of its kind are always true.
This world is round, surely the sun will shine over us again.
Don't forget
There's always someone thinking of you
So try to smile, remembering that
The you inside the mirror is, always and forever,
Able to smile, when you turn to look at it
Don't forget
Someday, when all of this is done.
When this beautiful universe shall stop expressing itself through crazy me,
I'll breathe my last, your image burnt on my memories.
Always.
I'll remember every single line. Every silly nothing.
Forever more.

Behind the flickers of a cold glass screen,
A girl shivers and scrolls below.
A boy, is in another world,
Yet his memoirs are open for all.
He sings of life, of love, of pain,
Of lost loves and absent friends.
He writes of a land filled with shattered glass,
The sun was never meant to shine like this on him.
So he writes. His blood his ink, his memories his parchment.
He writes and writes, drinking his tears.
His soul is dead, his heart cries out.
And people here hear.
The girl shivering clammers on cold keys,
She combines words, weaving in something she never knew she could.
Life. Renewed hope.
And so from a million other worlds,
The boy received eternal hope.
And as the golden dust flows,
From wherever and whenever,
It becomes part of the shifting sands,
Forever more.
The twirling dunes, the joyful storm,
Banish the clouds of dreary doom.
Here's a toast from a salvaged demon,
To all who led his fractured salvation.Behind the flickers of a cold glass screen,
A girl shivers and scrolls below.
A boy, is in another world,
Yet his memoirs are open for all.
He sings of life, of love, of pain,
Of lost loves and absent friends.
He writes of a land filled with shattered glass,
The sun was never meant to shine like this on him.
So he writes. His blood his ink, his memories his parchment.
He writes and writes, drinking his tears.
His soul is dead, his heart cries out.
And people here hear.
The girl shivering clammers on cold keys,
She combines words, weaving in something she never knew she could.
Life. Renewed hope.
And so from a million other worlds,
The boy received eternal hope.
And as the golden dust flows,
From wherever and whenever,
It becomes part of the shifting sands,
Forever more.
The twirling dunes, the joyful storm,
Banish the clouds of dreary doom.
Here's a toast from a salvaged demon,
To all who led his fractured salvation.