The children of the night, what sound they make, that beautiful music that only the moon can here, these children of the night

"When we wish we dream, when we dream we wish, only thing stopping us is not taking the hand which is reflected in our wanting..."

"With all the darkness in the world, it can not black out the candle that guides us through time, thus light is our savour until it lies"

"We are made of colors, reds and blues but why are we below a chart of 'black' and 'white'."

"Look past the smile, it could be a lie, ask the person. See if she is fine? Cause even the most strongest will cry"

Slowly creeping up and down, this feeling is cold, its always around

She dying, she is dead? Who is next, who will lie in that bed?

We are among death, we are soon to die. They say stop complaining, but then again, do they know that they shall die?

Light has told me it is the fastest thing here, but if its so fast, then why is darkness waiting for it on the other side?

We are upon this living, but who is among the dead?