Tales of the damned

What would you do
If in your life was no color, just black and white?
What would you do
If at your side was a chasm, too blank and wide?

It's dark and dusk, and you wanted to hit the bottom

What would you do
With a open hand holding your heart?
What would you do
With a loaded gun pointed to your head?

It's old and cold, and your finger was firmly tied to the trigger

What would you do
If the sun was just too bright?
What would you do
If you were saner in the dark?

It's dazzling and deafening, and the night were safer than the light

What would you do
With your neck hung in some ancient tree?
What would you do
With your feet relenting to touch the ground?

It's cramped and choked, you changed your mind, you wanted to reach the floor

What would you do
If the world you were living would fade in just a sigh?
What would you do
If the world you were living was just a lie?

It's fake and fallacious, and it never existed

The eyes of the night

The night is dark
So deceitful so direful
The night is eternal
So mysterious so lustful
She hides her secrets
In the dark mist
She conceals her treasures
In the deep haze

She brings us fear
To our hearts
She brings us fascination
To our minds

She holds the saint pedestal
White light under the black coat
She holds the sacred necklace
Blessed moon under the mourning sky

She stalks near
Silently, yet so shuddering
She siddles near
Slowly, yet so viciously

She is lightless
Yet
So full of life
Her eyes watches us
So carefully so cautiously
Her eyes gazes upon us
So deeply so sensually

Will her riddles be endlessly unknown?

Will her truth be eternally untold?

We can only know that those eyes
Will forevermore be enchanting our minds
We can only know that those eyes
Will forevermore be 'witching our hearts