I am not me anymore
Lost myself through a black door
My soul and body now separate
Put them together, I am desperate

We two are poles apart
Day by day the life depart
I cry, day and night
To make everything right

Only the desolate heart, beating hard
Inner child has long being scarred
A dying repertoire of beautiful thoughts
Words are fighting to end the wars

The only thing that I see in me
A falling soldier in a ****** sea
The last breaths that I am taking now
The wounds I got, I wonder how

Where is the hope, where is the sign
Black smoke over the fallen reign
If it gets too painful to swallow
I pray, I die now in this rotten hallow

I am ready to see the other side
Not scared of what may preside
The hell I have seen in my blood
Drowned in my own tear’s flood

The scars will always reminds me
Many deaths through it would be
Hell and heaven both are here
I am the one who has to bear…

Overwhelmed by autumn
She brings me to my knees
I wonder what she whispers
To the ever changing trees
A flickering fire light
She hides inside the leaves
Dancing something fierce
Passion fills then flees
Something smooth and sensual
Kissing all the leaves
There is a fire deep inside her
I swear I hear her sing
She is such a beauty
Walking hand in hand with change
I wonder what she said to all that once was green
How she led them to believe in a cycle
That can only promise things

Oh but sometimes, my dear,
The monsters are not under
Our beds.
But found in the darkest part Of our hearts.
They hide in our souls,
Yearning for sadness to take over.
They can't always be fought.
And even if you try,
Sometimes we'll lose.
And if I lose you to your monsters,
I'm sure I'll lose myself too.

I have always wondered,
do leaves falling in the autumn wind love the ground or hate the trees?

Are the snow flakes on a journey to the earth, or banished from the sky?

When a tree falls down, is it kissing the cool soils around it; or sent to cause distruction?

Are my tears a sign of weakness being that I let them trickle down my skin? Or a sign of strength, showing that I have emotion?

If there's on thing I do know, which is perhaps contradictory to it's self.
But I, indeed have fallen for you.
And this, I have no idea why.

Dark floats out into the silence
Crashing on the banks of Prometheus's wings
Opening a velvet-silk curtain.
To a fabric of shadowed stars
Cloudy fingers sew it clean
While invisible hands stitch pearls back in.
A ghost flits on the hallway stair
Reaching for the last shafts of sun
Tumbling off a silent dream
Blind as black with a lullaby hum
Filling the gaps in an empty line
Somewhere between dusk and dawn.

Today I felt like a lion,
So Strong it seemed unreal.
I roared and clawed the fear away,
For my pride it tried to steal.

For a day my mistakes were decisions,
And all my struggles were fuel
For the fire that seems to be tempering me
And wisening this stubborn fool.

Some day I hope to feast upon,
The beast I fought today.
But this beast is strong of heart and wit,
And refuses to go away.

It's true most days I feel like a lamb,
But I try to keep on trying.
If I fall, at least I know,
One day I spent as a lion.