...Roads upon roads
of winding twilight
a hole in the dark
darker than the nothingness
of everyday life
Hear the night speaks
a crow's caw
Listen to the shivers of the call
A maiden cries
that fills the madness
of an insatiable fear
Naiveté of delirium
is what saves us
from the panic of order
at the sight of chaos and
there's a glimpse
and we return to the voices
of everyday words...

...There are voices
drifting with the breeze
of enigma and
transcending thoughts
Cool whispers in chorus with the night
Distortions faded as
tired man sleeps
She dances upon this unmasked field
Dreams lit by
a smile from a moonlight
upon a night sky bounded by none
Time seems
an endless reverie
as the world lies in soothing silence
But like the waves that
visit the shore
Everything in time
shall come to pass
like a glimpse of
heaven in this hell
Now that the warmth starts to fade away
and the magic turns into madness
that even the silence is
silenced
time yet again for chaos to rise
And soon I know
I would find myself
longing again for those
cool whispers...

...He used to fly
of what he thought
were smiles of the sky
Soared high above the horizon
beyond borders that
never touched the seas
nor the shore
nor the sands
constantly being washed away
He sang with the sunrise
dine with the sunset
dazed by the moonlight and
filled the void
of a hanging twilight
with hopes built on dreams
Dictated by a life of
seventeen bullets
But like all men
he doesn't belong to the skies
And so
he rested
underneath a cold shade
of a dying tree...

...What if
I see the sun
as a golden dot?
And the clouds shroud the skies
choking the neck
breathless
What if I
hear the waves crying
and not roaring?
Would I drown
trying to calm the sea?
What if I feel
sorrow
in the eyes of a storm?
Would it be wrong to assume
that the sun's gonna die soon?
What if I see society
as a desperate act
to control chaos?
What if
I sense betrayal
in every bullet?
What if I
hear lies in every sweet kiss?
What if I'm wrong
does that make me false?