Our Dying Day

The clouds are now finally gone
Though you still look sadly at me
And I feel I should be elsewhere
Not in your way

Forgive me, again and again
I should leave you, again
But you know so well
I will return in the end

So, say it, when will it happen,
When will you end this pain,
When will you fix our dying day?

You asked me to stay
For what, tell me?
I hate and envy you
'Cause you don't suffer the way I do

And say it, when will it happen?
When will you make me stay?
When will you name our dying day?

Nothing can hide it
I no longer want it
Nor do you

So tell me, when will you put an end to it
When will you lock me up?

So tell the world, you want to go
You will let go
You will escape
And you will leave me in sudden suffering
In a dark corner
Waiting for your return

The Beginning

A new story they would find
Across the starlit skies
She was kind, he did not bother
They knew not of each other

She reigned over the Infailible Land
He was king of The Darkest End
They were both young, too young to lead
Such empires, without knowing to bleed

What fantasies (they imagined

that) walked on their pavements

But at night they sat at each's window

And looked at the other shadow.

He had a princess locked in his towers

Which dreamed of their wedding in flowers

She had nothing on her mind

To bother, for she was too kind.

The window led her to a black wonder

And his view wasn't like another

He saw a building that reached the clouds,

Yet he knew not whose it was.