Is it night or day?
That’s moon or sun?
I have to run.
I see the tears.
Don’t cry, my eyes.
I feel my fears,
I feel them rise.
I have to go,
I know it now
I awaken in a dream, where my sadness does not allow the light to reform
My body is weak and pale against the birth of the day
Staring down into the deepness of abyss
A crimson sky of city follows me to reveal my diminishing soul
A life shunning out the city glow dwells deep inside me
The guardian of my breath the pen mightier than the loneliness
How did I let it come to this?