The moment you graced my presence, my mind switched to 16-bit mode.

You was a classic type of adventure, one evolution rarely shows.

All these side quest chicks you made me put on pause soon to be ended.

Cause playing sandbox style wasn't the type of image you've given.

Hips more curved than a sonic loop makin me want to do a quick run thru.

But your eyes told no lies they made me more than see.

That your quest was bigger than any final fantasy

So I'm taking my time to learn this pattern

To figure out how to beat your robot masters

Stage 1 your name Stage 2 your number skip to stage 6 make sure I'm the thoughts in your slumber

My mind's so focused my inputs gotta be right

One wrong move and I lose my last life tonight

No save points just passwords you say I gotta learn your codes

Wouldn't dream of cheating ya besides I don't know what buttons to hold.

Well **** baby you say that I made it to the end?

What's that? To see the true ending I gotta... Beat it.... Again?

But there's somethin about you that just seems worth the hassle.

Cause you got me jumping like mario racing to bowser's castle.

You're as cunning as zelda, as sweet as peach

As scary as you want when you feel your inner sheik.

You got a smile more connected than the perfect tetris

An old school star that's leavin me feelin rather hectic.

Cause you see it's so easy playing for the highscore

But when ya add a lil passion you don't get as easily bored

So I see this challenge as straight 2D

No circular levels just a series of puzzles between you and me

Let's make this purely one on one a street fighter thing.

No crossover tag action hyper fighting fling

See you got it all twisted just check my guide book

A good portion of character data is written on your look

Quick call doctor mario I think I got the flu

I need help tryin to convey these abstract thoughts to you

See you're like 16-bit beginnings hand drawn and expertly crafted

drawn so precisely each movement in action

So I'm focused on this quest like them double dragon twins

Ready for whatever final boss you got at the end

It makes everything worthwhile when I see your beauty on the go

And I drop my ps3 world to switch to my 16-bit mode

I told her she was like poetry, simple yet complex.
it wasn't for her to know but for me to confess.
She was an intricately woven piece of artistry
that made me see what life could be
when you read between the lines
her smile mesmerized and her eyes read my mind
like a good piece her beats simply repeat
and with each step a new rhyme she'd meet
it was as if her entire being was one beautifully written poem
she could show me why the caged bird sings
and shine in a light equivilant to when the sun shine rings
she painted images of goddesses in her shadowy steps
she embodied Isis and Ra while i worshipped her like imhotep
provocative she was the truth exposed
heavenly she could insight the strongest of admirers stares fully clothed
she was a grace, she was a rhythm, she was simply everything
she was simple in her appearance, complex in her soul
interprettable in many ways it just depended on how far she'd let you go
I couldnt place my finger on the line that made me linger
but i knew it was written on her
I wanted to tell her of her majesty before others could corrupt her
So i walked to her and she watched as the wind caught my breath
i wanted to tell her everything but i was silent as death
for she was a performance, a piece that was true to her majesy
I said she was simple and complex, she was my poetry.

I dont want to go to sleep at night because I know what I'll see
a vision of what could be if you'd believe in the power of you and me
I dream of a day of us creating lands
a simple story accomplished in us walking hand in hand
But I dont want to see these dreams because they remind me of reality
of how each morning i wake up to the brutal fatality
I see what ur lips could be like entwined in mine
and i know it's nothing more than a cruel prank in my mind
but i cant help but know that when i sleep i smile
as visions rain images of ur heavenly profile
and a longing that stays lit deep inside
is blown as i see the look of those powerful piercing eyes
and i know with you i could never lie
so you can see why every morning i wake up and despise
that daylight where i realize that warm body next to mine was never there
and i simply must accept that you were just that dream
that one vision that i can never seem... to catch...
and i ask is it healthy to feel this way...
mourning the morning and smiling when the night comes to play
because your vision is what keeps me strong even though it's just a dream that can never last long
it inspires me to put in an effort to create my own beautiful  song and is that wrong?
I wish it could always be night so that when i close my eyes it will always be alright but it's not right...
my days feel long because of a feeling i contain that strains too strong
and i search for answers that i know are not there
as I continue to smile in my sleep for the lovely pain that is....
My Beautiful Nightmare