During the core of the night when all despair is in sight,
When desolation of souls sets your sorrow alight,
You feel the trauma of life reach the peaks of it’s hight,
You hug your tears as they fall hoping their warmth would ignite,
Setting your history ablaze, so you’re holding them tight.
Kindling the flames of your spite toward your eminent fight.

I see you cursing the sky begging that fate would re-write,
You’ve embraced your disease, taking vicious delight,
Spilling the blood of your prime, desperate, escaping your fright,
But look you at you now that you’ve lost the limelight,
I hear your pitiful pleas and those cries you recite,
Hoping that one day again, you would dance the twilight.

Get up son of man for your days are finite,
Face the night dignified and bleach the darkness to white,
There is glory yet to be found under the moon’s acolytes,
You are the spear of the desert so don’t tame your appetite,
Remember, your father was fierce and your mother dynamite,
Let your lessons converge until your morals unite,
Bleed for you and your own and stop acting polite,
Hold their hands till the break of the dawn and you will one day again
Dance the twilight.

You are the sward of the dawn never sheathed by disgrace,
You are the crisis of faith within a mournful embrace,
You are the novas of space, stars falling from grace,
You are insomnia’s face, in love with excess,
You lose your strength and suppress and then refuse to confess,
You wear your pain and distress with exquisite success,
Pride is boundless no less and poise you can never assess,
I see you’ve done it before under a gentle caress,
And gave yourself and your own to relinquish her dress,
you saw an angel undress, revealing her mess,
But by the air in your chest and by all you possess,
I will see to your doom before you’re able to dance like a devil on-top of my stress.