From: The Me in Darkness To: The You in Darkness

I danced like a prostitute to attract peace of mind
slept with honesty, kindness and love
expecting I would find some peace in return
but they wounded me brutally
If it were physical abuse, I would have endured lying in a corner
Sulking and licking my wounds, however
it was my heart that they tore away
taking one peace each and throwing them onto the streets, naked
I got angry with God, hurt myself inside the illusion I called heart
witnessed my strength leave me like smoke
I wish I could breathe it and lock it inside my mind
No matter where I run, no matter how far I go
The shame never ends, nor the persecution
All this laughter is a lie, I realized
Took a knife to pierce my heart, but I wonder why i stopped
All the white crows gather in my dreams every night
they fly in circles above my grey head
Oh how happy it would be to find a person who can put me to sleep
I wish I could bribe my friends to do that
after all, a prostitute never deserved a place in society
I wish I could pray like Samson, 
one last prayer for the immense strength to pull down all the pillars
and bury all my enemies with me for eternity