
Playing.
Winning.
Losing.
Feeling nice.
(That I am not dying alone…)

The cosmos is a dark place.
Full of pain.
Full of tears.
But I can see beauty in the light.
I feel good…
(I feel the terror)
A child laughs.
An old man dies.
Smiling…
For he knows.
The shadows are only there because of the sun.

We were born in darkness.
And yet we hate our self.
We will now kill the forest with light.
And all the world will be alive.
Waiting.
Crying.
Longing for the night…