It had to happen
It had to happen sometime
I had to drag your body out of the woods
Blood smeared with the stench till in the air
I had to tug you by your feet
While your hair still swayed in the wind
I had to pull you into the living room
Of the house your presence disgraced
You left me because you are pathetic
It had to happen sometime
You had to die sometime
As a life worth living
Was a life you refused to live
Coward.

Flashbacks and anxiety
Reverse time to the mistakes
The lies
The false truths
You distinguished between the two
Reverse time to the frustration
The second-guessing
The self-criticism
You always tried to change
Run the clock forward
A new man
Yet same memory
You now wait for the pain to fade
Run the clock forward
The time will change
A new hour will come upon you
Followed by a new day
But beware
That new day you cherish
Will bear the same hour
Thats when the flashbacks will arrive
And anxiety will follow
As even though time moves on
The clock still goes in circles

The jungle of nature predicts
Some men are dogs
And some men are wolves
The dog shields the flock
With a snarling glare
And magnetic dignity
Yet answers to the shepherd
And obeys the law of the stick
Yet those who thrive in havoc
Those men are wolves
The wolf defends his own interests
With its piercing yellow eyes
And graceful autonomy
The wolf answers to no creature
But the will of the Earth
As in the mind of the wolf
A dog is no more than a sheep
And wolves don't lose sleep
Over the mere opinions
Of helpless sheep

If the Sun truly loved the sand
Then it wouldn't leave during the night
The air wouldn't turn cold
The desert would forever be bright

If the Moon truly loved the sky
Then it wouldn't leave during the day
It wouldn't disappear in a hurry
And take all of our stars away

If Romeo truly loved Juliet
Then he wouldn't have drank the venom
He wouldn't have been so foolish
To believe love was possible in heaven

If I truly loved you
With all my heart
Then I would never give up
For one day we will not be apart

I think you are the Sun
And I am the Moon
And we can not find each other
Whatever we try to do

Cigarettes in the night keep me going
Sometimes I act as if that were true
Maybe occasionally for a varied feeling
A false sense of relaxation?
Maybe along with a short cup of wine
A distorted feel of elegance?
The red wine surely does bleed the sense
The sense of extravagance to burst new colors
New colors into a recently black and white life
Such a perception that is so false
As if putting makeup on a corpse
Colors mean nothing without a palette
A palette to mix and match
Certain humans come along
With their self-approved elegance
To give fruitful advice to the artist
" But black and white are colors too"
Incorrect fair human
White is the presence of color
While black is the lack of
Even though my world gets smaller
It takes no shape without love
My palette is empty
My thoughts are yearning
Regardless my wine remains plenty
And my cigarette remains burning

Blood rushing to my head in the night
My memory slowly starts to fade
For my dreams full of energy and light
My reality still remains a maze