Old Is Gold

Undisclosed letters remain unfold,

Be happy by yourself is the greatest lie ever told,

A futile journey to pursue happiness which could fill the soul,

Yet some die looking for a hand to hold...

Form of Fear

Fragrant of Fear,

That provoke the senses,

Thus invoking a deep thought,

Upon what shape of harm that will take form.

Innocence Of Youth

The shell of my very soul,

Grows yet weak and old,

But fret not as deep down inside,

I remain always as a child.

Episodes of Silence

The Raven

One black feather,

Falling softly from the sky,

As of it,

So do I.

Que sera, sera...

I feel the world is falling,
My world is falling down,
My time is running up,
Can't help to not think about it,
It's coming back to me,
Phases of past and present,
Glistening within the windows of my soul,
Quite a journey,
A tedious path once taken,
I'm exhausted,
For whatever will happen next,
I'll leave it all to my one and only,
My legacy...

Que sera, sera...

Darker Than Black

Say no more,

Indeed,

Unhappy they were,

But let not any,

Words shall be uttered,

As words itself,

Shoulders a burdening gesture,

Upon their fragile existence,

Within this cold cruel world...