Naomy L. Radke (formerly Nyx)

Girl behind the Sun

One-thousand’s miracles child

In your presence I rejoice

Bless me

No matter the effort involved in the struggle

I felt the sorrow anyway

(that) all kind of love towards you fells down over and over

against somewhat, a wall? Hold on, I’m always sober

Reality isn’t that hard when you just can’t handle it as it is

But that’s the joy of the man: he can choose to see or to close his eyes

Creature born to the Moon

Why does her light shines on your face

shouldn’t her illuminate other’s paths as well?

Share some apreciation,

for the pain of those who are mauled before your stance

there’s no much love enough to give

for the guy who didn’t gave up ever a third chance

Walking through the concrete jungle

guided by the artificial stars

whereas no pure soul can be met

I think there you will find

another guy with another background

a story to tell, a wound to be healed

but afterwards what does he lefts?

(just) another chapter for you, to tell

In the middle of the barbarie, no rest can be

only the sweat and the resistance

because there’s a war we’re fighting

yet not irons or explosions involved

the killin’ is cold as an iceberg

but the way you touched my heart

was like a monk tolling a bronze bell

-Incomplete-

As with the meaning of the words, the following are senseless

they’re just like doodles drawn by an ignorant infant

with the paradox inside, as the ignorant is actually wise

no further introduction indeed, let’s play

Split your pingers and poke the eyes

of the joker who storms you every night

and in your arms embrace this faith:

there’s no heaven you cannot build

As for me, I know nothing,

in fact all this crap is just that, crap

but in the very end you can see, there’s some scent

remember the old days with a brand-new mind

and with mind I mean mindset

let them brainwash you and play

but never give them your pride

For he, who has everything

the matter doesn’t matter anymore (sic)

and over the top of his golden mountain tarnishes

the gold he think he owns actually has taken over

but in the end the flesh is thirsty

and his heart, with love, shall be refilled