I wouldn’t call me kind
I wouldn’t call me caring
Still I rose you fast and tight
Aware of what I’m daring

I wouldn’t say I’m tender
I wouldn’t say I’m bonafide
Yet I offered you a shelter
Or rather I drew you inside

I’d rather say I’m reckless
And I never really cared
And I wonder what distress
Initiated my revert

For long time I couldn’t say
What thought had persuaded
And ruled my mind that day
I never really stated

Though I got an aprehension
Gazing at you in the night
A dangerously feel of tension
That I’m still trying to hide

Navigate sewers
swinging dagger,
poor, poor poo rats.
Clout is the end
all be all means.
This is the beginning.

Tavern town, invite me in.
Odd jobs for experience.
Not long after, gold pieces.
Make my way, eternal ring.

Navigate mansions
slinging war spells,
poor, poor private (army).
Clout is the end
all be all means.
This is the rise.

Tell me, now, I'm slipping into
myself like I always do.
I see the needle point.
How many times will it run us
through?

Tired, now, of the games you play.
I need a heart to communicate.
Tired, now, of the games you play.
I need a heart to trust.

Return, I say
Is no purpose
No point of my desire
But mind and heart
Choose different
And thwart all they require

Now all the facts
Speak clear against
And none therefore my travel
But all my soul yearns
And spreads doubt
Of all I have to settle

I hear your words
And feel your gaze
And clearly understand
But tough, I wouldn't disagree
My heart still speak against

I will return
But not today
And neither to that place
When all my journeys
Circle back
To trusted room and space

Why does my heart go on beating
While my body and mind
Bleed no more
No thought no cry
And my body will die
When the world sings to my core

Why is my temper still rising
When my will and my wit
Lose their bite
No battle no brawl
Would bring me to fall
Yet silence
Will spread through my mind

Silence and chanting alternate
I got little space in between
And like a ban whispered to my mind
I’m slowly going insane

Call the shadows I’m sinking
I’m loosing my stand
With no cure or death
I’m reaching no end
Until hopelessness
Drives me to my demise
And I am falling
To a rotten paradise

under water, they say I can’t breathe
I’m alone and I sink to the deep
under water, so they say
lays the beginning of decay

but the shore, they carry on
just mad men go
and soon are gone
the shore, they emphazise
means only death and suicide

this they taught well, but not to float
and I can’t swim forever
the water spreads far and abroad
and there is no ‘together’

the lone and ruth smile of the moon
drives me mad, yet not enough
to seek the brink and hence my doom
and I run out of luck

yet as my strength begins to dwindle
desperation fades and die
and resignation kindles
a soothing thought inside my mind

I am released to leave this place
my body ease, my eyes are shut

But as I break the cold surface
the waters brawling ceased
and I open my eyes twice
to see an oceans mind

under water I breath
and feel alive