The creatures of night are creatures of habits
Whenever there is no light
No one knows what happens
Whenever it is dark
The secrets are stored away
Nothing is figured out
Nor completed
The creatures of day
Everyone knows what is going on
They have no habits
Nothing can be hidden
For there is everything to see in the light
Only the shadows can be mysterious and charming to hide
The alter ego of man kind is frightening yet beautiful

Betrayed
By myself
By others
The pain never ending
The happiness it's good
But I can't bare to watch it
Thinking that you can be mine
But it's all just a lost dream
The tears, the thoughts, the breaks
All learning toward one thing
The potential lies come together
To form an endless reality
Of hate