When the world was draped in the beauty of lights,
When the houses were lighted with colors so bright,
You took a path to darkness,to void.
When people were busy with crackers and light,
All that we got was tears to fight.
Strange are these rules of life,
Within seconds, mightiest becomes no less than a mite,
With heavy heart and teary eyes,
Wish you a great life ahead in paradise.
Rest in peace nani.

I question wether heaven has gates
and if the Devil is their master.
If his fingertips has the power
to leave me out of paradise.
If he will turn me down
for what my mind has made me do.
Is there a reason they tell me to **** you
Was there a reason for this madness,
this chaos in my head.
I think there is but
will the Devil let me in?

the destination?
technicolor paradise:
Imagination

A vacation paradise would be great
Of course you must come with me too
But my idea of paradise is
right here, right now, with you!

The music playing in the background
gives way to sweet romantic kiss
I never thought in a million years
That I'd end up with a love like this

Fireworks explode in the night
As I whisper to him, "Paradise is here"
"It's anywhere you are," I say
And it all becomes so clear

Whether we travel or not really
does not change how I feel
I just need to be in your arms
to know that this is real

Just shallow, raspy breaths in this hollow paradise,

and nothing that inspires me to open my eyes.

The barren ground gives me no reason to rise,

and I touch nothing that satisfies.

The shoes that hurt and clamp on my feet,

painful, black leather's the only thing I meet.

Smiling every day is such a great feat,

sad words in thousands of ink-stained sheets.

Uncountable, the laughs.

Unforgettable, the scowls.

Undeniable, the acts.

Undetectable, the frowns.

When you stepped in my door,
I realised I was Paradise
in my heart and soul
I will be honest like every time or at least most of the time
I do not even know where to start or begin
I rather to say I do not know where this journey ended
In the  graveyard of warm heaven’s
I am still wounded by your talks
On my knees scarred because of battles only god knows
I might not write as much as I did during the war
Life has been getting busier and busier
I'm letting go like I always told you I would
The problem is the pain, that I can't bear to keep
Clear skies no longer brighten my day,
In my eyes there is only ever rain
An indifferent ache swirls in the silence
As I try to conceal the pain and hide it deep within
Till death, I will keep, not returned by tomorrow.