In the night time,
I sink deep into my dream time.
Far off the ground,
It's my flight time.
My new reality,
It's my vision time.
Travelling the universe hoping I won't get lost.
I've been fighting myself,
Trying to find myself,
Touch my soul;
Hope I will get out this hole.
Find my peace;
Before I count every piece,
Scattered on the wall,
My thoughts on this wall.
So I write my truth,
Lost in the woods,
Hunter with a knife,
Kill or kill myself.
Roses and death,
I sniff it every few moment,
I'm hanging on,
Don't call my name.
Code to my life;
I hate myself sometimes,
Other times I try to smile,
Noises over my shoulder -
Telling me not to be a goner,
The dark dreams.
When I'm intune with the hymes,
Of the physical.
When it is not around,
I can feel my face,
Wish I could peel it off .
Few sips and I'm drowned,
Swimming in circles,
The lines drawn.
I'll be happy when I'm back,
Don't worry about me,
Don't be sad little human.
The translation;
I'm in a quest,
To quench the dark,
I'm happy, that's the saddest part.
It's truth,
Ah, half of it I presume.
Don't assume -
I won't be around to say, go:od morning.
