Under the watchful stares of the midnight skies
walking down the lonesome road in company of the stars
nOBODY knows my fears like my tears
we share a common bond formed not with loyalty
but we blend through blood and scars
our darkness is our solidarity
The night as our lover intimacy is our cover
my mind my weapon i spill blood like ink on paper
i stain my pain my intoxication is my inhaler
In fantasy i thrive like a commoner
Clothed in passionate desires
i am engaged to obsession my desire is my messaiah
drawn to oblivion i am lost in lust
none of the seraphs
nor the extraterrestrials
is as adavnaced not even technology
to decipher and reveal the unseen
my mind is a weapon and its loaded with beautiful sins

Who am I ? Nobody knows
Am I the daughter of the light or darkness,
Where the sun never shines nor set,
Where the trees never wave,never behaved?
Am I the one who stands?
Will someone understand?

I am the fog ,the mist ,the unsin.
The one who smiles at the face of death,
The one who craves attention during no detention.
I am the waves of the ocean ,
The sound of the sweet morning bird,
The flames of eternal fires.

I burn with rage and hatred,
And with my army behind me,
I always stand.
My intuitions break institutions,
And with the crown above my head,
Wars can never end .

What I am not is submissive,
But I am disruptive,
Where my feet kiss the earth all tremble,
And the earth crumbles.
Should I be humble?
I am who I am.