W h a t ' s    b e y o n d   t h a t   s k y,
I s   i t   a l l   j u s t   a   l i e ?

So glad to have you by my side,
To pull me out of my hermit hive.

The moment I'm too depressed,
Emotions started to leave at night.
The moment when life is stressed,
Insanity arrives at the spark of light.

Trying so hard to hide,
To hide my Lion Pride.

Blood is flowing, but death is living.
Wounds are open, when scratches listen.
Scars were seen, when words are keen.
Stitches were torn, when replays reborn.

You showed the length that's within the mist,
But my chain of trust doesn't exist.

Dreams so many, ideas forgotten.
Mind is weary, words were rotten.
Some survive, some were gone.
Thoughts created, actions undone.

You thought you know all about me,
But only the mask is what you can see.

I told him:

Many people are afraid of oblivion,
the phenomena of not knowing what is going on
because you're too deep or lost in something.
But I stared into the oblivion, into the void,
into you because I knew you were so much more.
And I have to dive deeper, to drown if I had to,
just to get to your soul.
And I have to search more, to get lost if I had to,
just to unlock your heart.

He told me:

And that's the time my heart will be unlocked.
Because you're the key to it.
It's because you complete me.
And this love is our treasure,
where oblivion marks the spot.