I found that I could not learn to write, until I was no longer afraid to dream.

The truth a faceless enemy
Lurks in shadows awaiting your plea
A haunting specter hid from your gaze
Paralyzing fear that mirrors your haze

Dust and serpents
Floating around my head
Capture the winding moment
And it strikes my hand

A curious heart,
A souls request
To seek not find
Onwards now and never rest

Once the truth is found
What then my friend
Shall we string the lies
Until the end

Dust and serpents
Floating around my head
Capture the winding moment
And it strikes my hand

Lies like gasoline
A fire dancing in the night
The truth sending to the guillotine
Keep the spirit young and alive

Dust and serpents
Floating around my head
Capture the winding moment
And it strikes my hand

I refuse to bow to those words-
The ones that pierce my heart,
Tear at my soul,
Yet still claim to love.
What kind of love is that?
Is it pain,
Torment,
Or torture?

It's 3am

I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone

It's 3am

The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station

It's 3am

I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled

It's 3am

I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary

It's 3am

Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight

It's 3am

I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break

I cry remembering you, I smile remembering you,
Sometimes in my tears, sometimes in my laughter,
the echo of your presence still lives within me I cry for the moments I lost,
the ones that will forever live only in my memories I smile after losing you,
because even pain has now become a habit.