Why is the sky falling? Why are we looking at empty loves? Why do we cry when we hear his voice calling? Why am I sunk fighting with my heart to shoves? That's because we are smiling while lying.
When will we be able to fulfil our wish? When will you stop being unpolite and selfish? When are we supposed to be ourselves? When am I will be out to you step by step? The day you start hurting me again.
We are flying through blue fire, make me cry again, please, is my desire. You string my heart with a burning spire. You're helping me to be a perfect lier. Will you someday pretend to be a lily?
Questions and doubts we are paying, people disappearing and staying, melancholic songs are at night playing, and I am here writing about someone who never exists before.
The Night is the time of loneliness The time when the world gets quiet, when there's no holiness It is the time when all the colours lose their hue The time when light bids you its ultimate adieu It is the time when no one hears you cry The time when special rules of conduct apply It is the time when you crave to be held The time of remembrance of all those feelings you have ever felt It is the time when you start feeling buried sorrows The time of desire for a better tomorrow It is the time where hopes of day go to die The time when birds of hope are too tired to wave their wings and fly It is the time when evil terrors roam the world The time of surrender for the defenders who fall It is the time when you are the captive of your bed The Night is dark and spiteful; it's the time when you get sad
we are drowning in the depths of a charcoal sea with wet eyes that scream their agonising plea Instead of a lullaby we hear but the cacophony of demonic whispers On Nyx's throne, Loneliness, our perennial mistress
it's once again time of nightly silence bringing the horrid internal violence life clothed in the gown of loneliness inhibits all other possible happiness heart shattered into a million pieces the misery level quickly increases future is plunged into ebony black the ideal dreams got their necks snapped the day is clouded, can't see anymore the gods of Olympus had put me on ignore
That feeling Like you want to smash your head against hard ceiling Like you want to cut your arm off to justify the hurt The longing for a box surrounded by dirt The want for tears when you are not an easy crier The desire to set yourself on fire The dominance of hate, the absence of love The constant reminders you are not good enough That hurt after you've been wronged While you are cursing yourself for not being strong To talk and scream towards your foe Feeling like you are the lowest of the low Is a feeling I can't wait to never experience again Can't wait to laugh "Oh, how silly I have been!" Somewhere further down the line