It was Black,
Black as the night...

He woke me up in the morning,
cutting his hand on the broken glass...

It was a blank face,
a symbol of serenity and calm...

A silent figure,rowed in the dark,
It had no lust for the silver moon...

I once had two gods,
one white and the other black...

Wandering again in this paradise of pain,
howling again,crying in vain...

It had been a drizzly day,
cloudy and aptly grey...

A single silent violin
shimmering on that breezy night...

I am a sandstorm,
raging in a bottle...

The streets were deserted,
the sun was sucking my soul...

The bright summer glow,
lost again to a hectic haze...

It was a stone,
that's all it ever was...