Who are we now?

Still as we once were
Older and wiser
Are we the same?

Who are we now?

Are we together
Was it forever
Or just a game?

Who are we now?

Born of the ashes
Sing in the darkness
Dance in the flames

Who are we now?

Echoes of laughter
Hope you remember
More than my name

Though my eyes may turn
And in darkness
Try to hide

It is beneath this earthly chest
In which where, light
Will always reside

Un·ending·ly

She is like different shades of rainbow
Sometime dark , sometime light
She is half agony , half hope
pushing herself to think positive
constantly remembering her soul to be optimistic.

Spinning the wheels of mind
she want just some sunshine
during her those dark nights
when her demons her holding her tight .

She's Suppressing her negative vibes  
but no matter how hard she tries
Sometimes situation push her back in darkest time

But

She will not defeat in front of her destiny
she will change the reality
because she herself is the author of her book
the dark curtains will unhook
and she will write a beautiful story
full of her glories .

The truth is hate is not the death of love
Instead it burns love's heart from pink to red
And love becomes a savage primal thing
        Unholy                                             ­     
           Animal                            
                       Alive                  
                             Undead
             The gentle warmth of love becomes a fire        
That turns it to a monster in the light
And burns the tender feathers from its wings
Which cast their demon shadow
On the night

Lately,
I keep having moments of mourning
the passing of the life I lived
of the boy full of masochism,
self-destructive determination,
ruled by pain
and fear.
In instances of stillness,
I close my eyes
and I'm back
on the bathroom floor
fading out once more.
I see the pain in her eyes
as I walk away,
again and again,
as I turn to stone.
Nostalgia fills my senses
but he is dead and gone
and I buried him deep.

I've seen that side of you,
that side you don't always show,
the side not even you can control,
that part buried deep inside.
And even if I saw your worst
I don't think I'd ever forget
the truthful look in your eyes
that convinced me that was you.