The night seems to be cold and dull
The moon is full yet it doesn't seem to shine
The sky is full of stars but it doesn't seem to sparkle
I wonder
Why each night is like this
I ponder
About the times when we were together
I remember
That each night was warm
That the moon seemed to shine even its not full
That the sky seemed to sparkle even there are no stars
I remember
That it happened because each night was spent with you
But then it came to me
Like a car crashing
Like a water falling
That you are not mine anymore

strip your cover and let the moonlight
shine on your innocent flesh
let me feel the lips, your rose colored
lips and tongue your mouth
let me be drawn by your skin, and the
warmth around you, how alluring
let your neck and collarbones be tasted
without reservations and guilt
we are free, this night, let our instincts
collide and override our
fear. Darling, you have nowhere to go
but to me, so let me take you
to someplace i'm sure you'll never want
to leave. let me inside you,
and ill let you claw me, for this ecstasy
can never be contained by
two bodies. Your back, your hips, every
angle of you, they drive me
god forgive me, if this angelic face of
yours, will be tainted by me

Either you lose yourself or you reach the last
both boils down to zero, marking the end, and
stretches to another beginning

This is the hardest part of the game, to start over
again and again, until you realize the futility of
repeating the same thing, of repeating the same thing.

It is in these moments you find more than what
you wish. It is in these moments you try to realize
your essence

It's okay, struggle, writhe, agonize until you squeeze
every emotion you feel. then think. after all, sunshine
cannot appear when a storm's brewing

I too, believe, that Sisyphus is happy. That in the
eternal cycle of the same act, he found a meaning,
he created a meaning.

Sing me to sleep

I ask you one last time to sing me
To sleep before I close my eyes. At
Least let me rest between your laps
To know the comfort and warmth of
Your love. I ask you one last time
To caress my hair tenderly, like a
Mother holding her child. I ask you
One last time to sing me to sleep,
For even closing my eyes would be
A task, when I know that that this
Would be the last time you’ll sing me
To sleep. I ask you one last time to
Sing me to sleep, for I know that
Next morning, breakfast wouldn’t be
Two cups of coffee, for I know that
Dinner won’t be a table for two. Sing
Me to sleep, so that I would stop on
Asking myself even though I know
The reason why. Sing me to sleep, one
Last time, so that I’ll know this is the
Last goodbye.