We are lost souls
Together
But just for tonight.

Lost souls aren't able to find in each other salvation,
Our embrace is not our final destination.

Were you beside me, I’d wish time to stand still,
With only us, untouched by the world’s will.
Enveloped in your arms, where peace could be found,
Listening to your heartbeat, a cadence so profound.
As if it were the lone sound the cosmos would weave,
A quiet symphony, only we could perceive.

Was it so effortless for you to cast me aside,
As though I had never dwelled within your heart, nor walked by your side?
Have you forgotten the beauty of the moments we shared,
When our souls intertwined, and nothing else compared?

The night is bitter
The stars had lost their glitter
It's getting colder
And suddenly you're older
Then you get this feeling
That you might be bleeding
But apparently you're not
You're skin had begun to rot
A new skin emerged
Yet  you're not prepared
Which one is best ?the new or the other
Is there another?
The sky is Gray
The sun had lost its rays
You want to walk
Cause there's not much to talk
It's getting calmer
There's not much of drama
The kids are sleeping
They must be dreaming
It might be a nightmare
With a witch surrounded by flare
The adults are older
They are getting colder
They want to be dreaming
Even if they weren't sleeping
Their heads are thicker
Their souls are bitter
They lost their glitter
Who's fault is this ?
Fate it must be it
But destiny is glory
Each one has its  own story
Everything is ending
Life and its blessing
God is merciful
We got be thankful
Thanking him for life ،for the days and Nights
Even when it's gloomy
It got such beauty
Even to the blind
Faith can be their eyes

I wake with a kink in my neck,
in my eye; a dirt speck.
Calling for all hands on deck; but we’re sinking.
I wish to return to the caves,
before we were on these rough waves
don’t know how we’ll dig these graves;
but I’m thinking.

But if I was taken by the wind
atleast then I’d understand.
But when the lady of the sea grinned
I came crawling hand over hand.
But if I was taken by the breeze
then I’d give up the horizon and trees
the sand and the land with great ease.

The ship of lost souls starts it’s sail at dawn
watch how it moves along,
in the currents so strong; isn’t she sturdy?
It’s stern turns so incredibly tight
even on the roughest night
but when held to the light; her deck’s *****.

But if I was taken by the wind
atleast then I’d go willingly.
Along with those who have sinned
or just those who chose to be free.
But if I was taken by the breeze
then I’d give up the flowers and bees,
leave it all behind, pay no mind
and even say please.

sometimes when I drive to work
the city looks like it is burning.

the sun slipping into the horizon
its wrath ablaze.

it casts raging orange hues across
glass windowed skyscrapers.
it creates a skyline filled with furious fire.

the back of my neck burning
from the warmth of the sun still setting,
and if i think about it long enough,
i can feel the glass windows melting.

i've always imagined the city like this,
raging
and chaos
with life fleeting.

and if i turn the music down,
and roll down the window slightly,
i think i can hear the souls screaming.

deep cries
while life just slips
from their fingertips

the point is,
it looks like the city is dying,
skin blistering, ash breathing

and just for a minute here I think
that this is the cityscape of my mind

all the rage,
and the fury.

and it makes me question why the reflected orange
brings me such peace.