Bitter Night AirThe feel of the bitter night air consumes me,
Shining brightly are the stars above.
Smoke curls upward in the near distance,
A cause for worry in an untroubled mind.
Thoughts race through the dark abyss that is my head,
But still, the horrifying fire rages on,
And bloodcurdling screams accompany it.
The sounds and sights fade as I slowly rise from my slumber,
Hoping to forget the horrors of yesterday.
Little Colourful LiesI walk towards the man who doesn't e x i s t,
On the sidewalk that isn't r e a l,
To bask in the love that i s n ' t there,
Whilst looking at the sky that isn't b l u e,
The trees that aren't g r e e n,
And the clouds that aren't w h i t e,
Thinking the thoughts that n e v e r spawned,
As I find myself in a world that isn't made up of l i e s, but the t r u t h.