Lost in the womb of the dark abyss,
The cool night air fills my lungs.
Wishing you were here to see this�
When the abstract color of night runs.

The rubied moon replaces the invading sun,
That pushes its way into my brain.
Difficult to tell which opposite won,
If I�m crazy or if I�m still sane.

The heart of day can not compare,
To the pure silence of twilight.
And when the chaotic threads of daytime tear,
My cowardice sanity has lost its fight.