I've missed you as much as the feeling of A long breath betwixt puffs of air to survive
Do not remind me this feeling of lost One which I have no grasp on myself A leaf in the fall, autumn beckons to fly away Swaying and swirling in the squally storm Mistakes and misdeeds pile up to a heap Paths chosen yet to highlight on a map Left every spring to wither on its own end I couldn't find the heart to welcome a winter Yet I'm frozen to the core when I meet tears Misery is an endless river, overflowing grief Rocks and pebbles, those empty promises My real smile is a four leaved clover, so rare I couldn't always bless them with it, I'm sad At every obstacle I questioned my existence At rewards, I pondered upon the value of life The directions I took were against the storm Hence suffering is inevitable, lose is fated Sparks are found only in the way of fire
Fire, all this life is a hellfire where I'm in trial Burning to the core of my mind, chilling bones The crossroads I've overcome built me up to Someone with a numb mind, stone cold heart But I couldn't shut my heart to the cry of agony I couldn't turn a blind eye to the bloodshed I was made to witness the butchering of souls They recited the tales of victory and triumph Dipped in the painful death of innocent lives There are lost souls wandering all around here The quest of peace, not for themselves alone Being a wanderer, I feel their pain and thus In spite of all the youthful and charming bloom In a portrait of myself, I represent this gloom
Another sunrise would hide these dark truths But the longing for night, for pain never ends Twilight witness the magic of light and power When light leaves and shadow enters, a gap Where those spirits find a breath among alive They take shapes, forms, feelings, emotions Melancholy blooms in the spring of darkness Nightmares come alive and ballads cry out loud It's enchanting, like the songs of the siren All the souls who fall for the beauty of sunset Falls for the same blues of the endless night I hadn't tasted heartbreak until you served love I hadn't felt pain of death until you buried me alive
In the dark hours, I lay awake, unsure if I'm alive Unknown to the mysteries of life and universe Unaware of the souls who traverse the world Yet aware of their pain, to the core of my heart Tomorrow arrives like a shift in the time frame Still the direction I chose is against the storm
From your Tear • • • I don't know the truth behind this, but I've felt this Change of energy when it's twilight. It's when day ends and night begins, the time ahead of the long night. We're taught to be home or inside during those hours. It's usually the time we are home and have prayers. I've felt unexplainable grief at twilight. If I'm outside, watching the sun slowly slip away. Or especially if I wake up to the sunset from a nap. It maybe because we're supposed to wake up to the sunrise, and I'm watching a setting sun instead. It's like waking up to sadness, sorrowful songs playing along to the tune of heartbreak. I've had scarier nightmares during evening rather than sleeping at night. Then the night turns longer, the will to survive is put to test and the mind travels through unknown roads with no destination. Sometimes sunsets also reminds me death of strangers, mourning for the end of unknown life. I wonder if their dreams are transferred or is it just their pain? If their souls hold the sparkle or is it just the agony? Thus, meloncholy rules the night...