Holding on the tight rope
Only the feeling of not letting go
One dream, one fear, one wish
I just let go

Falling to my beat
Paralyzed to time
Everything is only the harmony
To my death melody

A parachute of blades
Saves my right mind
From falling down
To an ocean of fake happiness

Black has good and bad
Making us feel
But feel sad

Gifts are a translation love
But some must  be given up for
in horrid ways if needed

You see
Life and Death are in love
Life sends countless gifts so Death
Death keeps them forever

And one day
Life will be with Death
All of it