You put yourself on high alert
for dangers that could be lurking.
It's in your mind,
there are no lions;
this "mindfulness" isn't working.

You "doomscroll" your days away,
and take a pill to sleep.
No wonder all your dreams
have dystopian themes;
You're counting wolves instead of sheep.

You're isolated, stuck indoors
with no clear end in sight.
The planet is on fire,
yet Humanity's desire
is to help the flames win the fight.

How can you quell the racing thoughts,
the anger, the frustration?
Put down the phone,
just be alone.
Tune in to a different station.

One last time
A final kiss
An eternal love
A night of bliss
I have one night
Before I die
A perfect way
To say goodbye

Fate took away his noble heart
Tore his perfect world apart
You chose to drink and drive away
Your selfish act took my beloved away
I cannot understand
Or fathom why
I was forced to say goodbye
Alone I sit
Stare at the sky
Night after night
Alone I cry

I didn't cry...
Rain drops just fell into my eyes.

I didn't die.
I just slept for a long time.

I didn't love.
I just felt i shouldn't leave you alone!

I didn't forget.
I just don't want to remember.

You're the right reason
To my wrong doings!

At some point...
The room started to smell sweet.
Like Lucifer died in my arms.
I could taste the breeze from the window.
I could hear death.
I could smell noise,
And i could feel the cold sweat.
The rope was tighter than usual.
Hell called upon me, but heavens gate were glowing...

I have died so many times.
I saw the light, I know it.
But I can't deny the dark.
Dying and darkness is needed to burst and make the light come through.
So I know the dark and I know the light but I haven't died enough times.
Not enough to be free.
Can a person ever know all the light and all the dark and still be white like the light?
In all this darkness I know I learned to love it.
And I think there's nothing wrong with it as long as it is right.
Like a darkness full of stars that means no harm.
Like a peaceful room to rest in and close your eyes.
I have died so many times.
So I know how to die but I don't like to die in the light.

Today is heavy, my soul carrying my body.  
Yesterday we were walking chased by a black dog.
Everywhere he followed me and my body.
But when we tried to approach him, he ran as fast as a fox can.

We let him play this game for a while under a bright full moon in the sky.
Walking to the bridge, sitting under trees.
Staring at the sky, seeing the dog come and go.
Until we got fed up and left to let him sort it out.
He never came back anymore.

Today we had a meltdown, too much to carry to carry on.
So we let it flow and accepted that you can’t fully explain this world and people are suffering.
We’ve been lost all throughout this life and only gathered pieces to guide us through a journey that taught us that everything has a story.

And we gathered those with us as well.
So many, still so lost.
But nothing is wrong and nothing is right.
It all just is what it is at that moment or that lifetime.
This soul carrying this body today...
It’s always longing to see and be beyond this one.

I need peace or death.
Maybe both.
First peace and then death.
Let me slowly drift off into a different world.
Where there’s no constant pulling or pushing on your body and torture.
In the mind, the soul, the heart, the eyes, the ears, the muscles, the skin.
Let me sleep and know it’s over.
I made it.
To the other side after all.
After all these nights and all these different tests and teachings.
Not just useless torturing being left behind.
It’s time to find some spirit guides.
Take me on a boat and let me sail with you.
See the moon so blue and bright with the stars shimmering.
And when I close my eyes I’m floating, leaving the demon body.
Smiling at how it’s lying there and I am free to go.

To the other side.
Syonide.
To the other side.
Syonide.
To the other side Syonide.