Moments before my skies turned blue I looked into the eyes
of gloom
And there it was my inspiration weaved though alleys of
burned oaks
They had their eyes, they had their arms, holding each other
through faces of disaster
I searched eternally for monsters who ruined sacred corners
of imaginary shelter

Demons within have walked the earth in shapes of lost
beloved harmony destroyers
Honestly dies when you commit yourself to silence and fake
comfort
If only once I could reveal dissonance following me blindly
like a shadow in a darkroom
There images and memories and scents are born to cover up
for emptiness of spirit

Moments before my skies turned blind I looked into the eyes
of night's departure
And there it was my shelter waving me goodbye through mists
of yearly morning rain
The drops have almost filled a cup of coffee upside down
with patters of a twisted destiny
And I just played pervertedly with mud until the nightmares
were all sculpted like the fields of mass destruction