The Saviour that was Satan

More often than not, when in the state of despair
We frantically seek light, only to be disillusioned
By pretty rainbows and empty promises.
We fall prey to temptation
We sell our soul for the sweet promise of paradise

Yet time and time again
the cycle returns
Like the mind has no memory
Like the mind is empty
We follow the same candied road
Gingerly like a drunken sailor
Happily gulping the sweet air it fills
Oblivious of the peering eyes

Despair?
Nay..
When in despair shoult we not be wary?
It is so that the soul longs for a way out
That trickery becomes alien
And the mind becomes numb

It is not seen that the Saviour is Satan.

when the sun sets, the day ends

On the day when the wind was blowing
On the day when the season was warm
The image of me resting in your arms
Is still there.

To the days we use to love to the point of tears
To the days we used to be happy
Can't I go back?
Though it hurts, though this moment is my last
I hope you will hold me in your arms.

Becoming dust that flies in the wind
Becoming rain that falls down the window
If only I could go wherever you are
Then I could throw away my everything
To the days we use to love to the point of tears
To the days we used to be happy
Can't I go back?
Though it hurts, though this moment is my last
I hope you will hold me in your arms.

I am standing alone in the darkness
Afraid like a lost child
My heart is frozen
If I could go back just once
You can come to me whenever
I will always be at that place
Don't break down against time