I am no devil that rules freely in the world of gushing grey
but people see the horns of hatred planted
juvenile prejudiced feelings tucked away
hope will not fall onto you,
because life is too concise for tears of insanity
The slow movement of tears rolling, falling
breaking in shattered pieces of malignity
smiles filled with hostility
laughter from crying the song of sombreness,
nightmares will become friends
Life is filled with monotonous movements, moments
consecrated with blood
red velvet colour of the blind, seen to be unseen,
lit by the fire of emptiness, lonesome words for the
deprived,
When nightmares become friends, when dreams enemies
the song of sombreness is your friend for live through the
darkened halls
The slow movement of tears rolling, falling
breaking in shattered pieces of malignity
smiles filled with hostility
laughter from crying the song of sombreness,
because life is too concise for tears of insanity.