Dark Moment

I fight my fears
with control and not tears

I control my tears
with images of happiness and delight

I see your black halo
the ring of fate
so I won’t dare to try any escape
because you know that it will be too late

you know that you’re condemned,
to this ring of death
because this entity of evil
has your soul detained in a cold dark place

are you going to do something?
or just stand there and bleed
if you breathe again
you will regain your conscious ground
and get back on track to start to defend

the morbid the uninviting and the smile
that no one sees
lays in a foundation of damnation
I bleed on the world

I walk in different worlds
mostly alien to me
and try to make sense of the dark
and pray for the need

If I could give hell a ring
I would talk to Satan him self
and ask him for a fight,
but as usual I stay out of sight

I hope my reactions
are good and sharp
to avoid the point
where I don’t have to play the harp ©