Moonlight

I've found the ashes of my will to live
reflecting on the moonlight,
isolated from the shadows that I breed.

I've gathered dying roses shining bright
under the mantle of the lies you bled,
and now I feel the silence that is left.

Battlefield

I offer no beligerance towards this war of mine,
cos' there's no innocence in battlefield.
The blood I swore I would protect has found its time
over the darkest ground I've ever seen.

Will I find myself among the murderers of light?
Should I break into tears for my enemies at night?

There's this piano piece I'm playing on repeat,
it just will not get out of me.
There's this melody that pacifies the pain
over a broken heart that needs to cry.