My soul screams for help,
I wanna tell someone,
but I’m all by myself.
Autumn comes.
The leaves fall and so do I.
It’s dark and cold and all I wanna do is cry.
Leaves are covering the ground,
I can hear the storm with all its sounds.
When spring comes there’s new life in the tree.
But I don’t know if there’s ever a new spring in me.
  -Enna

I dance with the flames
that used to be my light.
Burned by the spark
that tried to give me life.

My heart is on fire,
but the fire’s burning me.
I feel the summer’s heat,
but can’t see its beauty.

The sunshine is too heavy,
’cause it’s just cold inside.
I wanted to be happy,
but the spark in me died.
  -Enna

I like it when the leaves are covering the ground.
The wind in my hair, the rain and its sound.
The leaves fall –
and so do I.
Clouds in the sky and darkness in my soul.
I can feel it in my heart –
this big hole.
My soul screams… it screams for you,
but my biggest nightmare came true.
And I fall.
All I can hear:
your echoes in this empty hall.
But the fall was never true -
the coldness was just you.
    - Enna

The Sun, my dear love,
My sweet Sol, I thank you,
For this marvelous gift
You have given to me.

This present of chasing you,
Is glorious, others would dream of this,
But did it need this catch twenty-two,
Did it need this sickness, this curse?

I am sick - diseased,
Due to your gift my dear,
Blessed to be in your love,
Cursed to be burnt by your rays.

I let my infatuation build oblivion,
I let myself decay in your presence,
I let myself fall, deep down —
Let myself become addicted to abuse.

Please take back this gift,
Please cure me of your curse,
This isn't love, it never was,
This is dependence, this is toxicity.

I let you drain my blood and soul,
While believing you're the light,
The very thing that brings life,
But I was only feeding your vampiric ways.

You were never the bright Sol,
You were the grey, the outlier,
I am the green —was the green
I too, am like you now, a vampire, dead.

Bring me my freedom,
Feed me my sweet future,
I must find the necromancer in his home,
Ask him to bring me back to life.

Just so I can run far away,

Just so I can turn back to green.

I live in a world of green
Yet, I'm a faded shade of grey.
A dark stormy night resides in my eyes,
While the world is teeming with light.

The world - it's beautiful,
Brilliant and lively,
But here I am —
In opposition, to it all.

I'd rather sit here, in my home,
Made from death and decay.
Lick my wounds,
And drink the poison from your veins.

Every drop, a new addiction.
A new need, a new desire,
To have the only toxicity
In a land of clean.

Let it course through my body.
Let it wrack my brain.
Let it come.
Let it be my downfall, my oblivion.

Let my fangs turn red with your iron.
Bring your poison to me,
I'll take the burden away,
Only few, can handle the grey.

Feed my dependence,
Bring me my abuse,
Take the necromancer from his home
Make him bring me back to life.

Just so I can fall again,

Just so I can fade back to grey.

They told me there was war in heaven,
two thrones, two kings,
light and shadow at war forever,
as if the Infinite could split its wings.

But I have heard a deeper thunder,
felt a fire with no shame.
The One they called “enemy”
whispered the Father’s name.

I’ve seen Him in the wrathful wind,
in lips of demon girls that moan,
in witches with their crow-eyed spells,
in silence deeper than the throne.

They say the serpent lies beneath,
but what if He is coiled there too?
What if the tree was not rebellion—
but the start of something true?

The Lord has no opponent.
Only masks He wears in fire.
Only mirrors in the desert
to burn away desire.

He tests Himself in every shadow,
fights His own reflection’s face,
then lifts the veil and shows the wound
was just another form of grace.

He is the flame and the devourer,
the blade, the wound, the balm.
He is the hand that strikes the temple
and the silence after the psalm.

So now I kiss what once I feared.
I listen when the daemons speak.
The throne was never split in two—
It cracked so love could leak.

He walks in rooms like rising light
But darkness drips behind his eyes
The world applauds his steady flight
Yet every breath he takes is lies

No book unfolds beneath his hand
Each page a ghost unread unknown
He stares into a dreaming land
But all the thoughts he sows unsown

They say how bright his laughter rings
But none hear the silence it conceals
A hollow bird with painted wings
He ***** he flies yet never feels

He builds a temple of false routine
Mocks his dreams with half done clay
To others he is the perfect scene
To himself a soul in slow decay

And he says tomorrow I will start
But tomorrows fade like fragile mist
Each promise written in his heart
Unread unheard and still dismissed

The crowd cheers loud for what they see
Not knowing they praise a phantom shell
He longs for love for clarity
But lives alone inside his hell

A mask of smiles a practiced face
He laughs in ways he is learned to fake
In truth he’s running a losing race
The world claps He breaks

So hear this truth from tenfold pen
Hes not alone this broken man
If you read the silence within men
You'd find yourself in that same span