The real me is not what you see
and you will never know.
A face with a smile will last for a while
but the truth will surely show.
What happens when both yin and yang
no longer are at peace ?
A storm will rise to the worlds demise
as It all comes to a cease.
Dying light from day to night,
ignite my constellation.
So I may know which way to go,
the road to my salvation.
Unconscious is the mind of his,
a heart without a host.
And what a shame for she’s the same,
eyes empty as a ghost.