A maze stood upon high ground emerald plains
made of fire, stones and grey haze.

A dark rabbit jumped in between,
searching for food, something green.

Whoever wanted to follow this rabbit black,
should be prepared to never come back.

For he leads to a merciless place,
a gaping wound in the earth,
a space that God misplaced.

Once and again, the confusion would be the wanderer's bane
into the dark sabbath of the eleventh's hour evil plane.

Together they sown
into the ruby glen
of soul's deep beyond
inside one's own.

Whatever they did, it was all in twain
in the midst of those shadow lanes
struggled they did in vain.

The fake blank faces all grew in disdain,
frowning ever so slightly upon the evil king's reign.

In the dark, in the nothingness, they got lost.
Forever forgotten in what they loved the most.

I lie down in my bed
shadows looming over my head
moonlight peers through the lonely window
the cold and the fear returning.

A wisp of darkness moves ever so slowly
my eye following the entrancing monochrome pattern
becoming something most unholy
terror hits my heart like the heaviest hammer
I scream to wake up again.

The shade smiles with a wicked grin
he waits, floating close to my face,
lingering for me..

Nightly, he comes to feast on my past sin
forgiveness is something I cannot see..

Icy grip holds my breath
as it begins our dance of death.
Gasping for tears, one thing holds true,
tomorrow night it will commence anew.

Alone in the darkness
among the doors of confusion
the screams of the heartless
only heard by condemned in seclusion

In the duality mirrors,
life smiles at me in one hand,
death stares at me in the other.

To make everything clearer,
one question for each is planned,
although my enlightenment is for another.

The art of the desperate,
the seeking of our hearts pleasure.
Death, what is Life for the helpless?
for the the ones without leisure.

Life is War.
I hate War.
At the end,
there is never change.

Torn by half-truths,
I gaze at the other reflection.
Life, why cant I be happy with what I have?
always looking for perfection.

Life is Hope.
I love Hope.
At the end,
there is always more.

I said liars!
smashed the illusions
they vanished in blue fire
inside my soul in fusion.

Feeling down and rejected,
shackled by my own lies,
I want life as reflected
in the energy of my love's eyes.

Life is War.
Life is Hope.

A war won by hope,
the kind that has no scope,
but inside one self
between beginning and end.