My soul is tearing,
tearing to shreds.
I must stop it, but how?
I fear it's coming to an end,
it's death for sure,
but I found out it's only my shoe.
Sleeping
I am sleeping
but I fear,
it's death I fear.
I fear that I'll never wake up,
unless it's just a nightmare.
Traveler
I am a traveler
I take the spirits of night,
when morning comes,
the bodies are all that are left.
As I stand here with my artwork,
I see someone in the hot summer sun,
heading straight for the sun
on a never-ending path.
I can still see the shadow of her,
waiting, for me to come too.
Silver in the Sunrise
As the rooster crows,
cock-a-doodle doo,
I wake up.
I see the sunrise.
Soon it will be over,
but I catch a glimpse,
just a glimpse,
of silver,
as I take one last look.