Happiness Poem by Franz Of Lion

A friend and a foe is what silence is.
A comforting tone amidst all the blare.
It welcomes me in the midnight abyss
To consume my blood by the walking air.
As I go deeper to infinity.
A stray demon is what becomes of me.
Blood at hand, open to the devil's deal,
And only the red gold is what I see.
The friendly silence will pull me back up,
Flap its echoing wings right at my face.
'Reality is what I need to grab, '
Then suddenly I will be in a daze.
Recovering back from the useless trip,
Letting the tears of the darker heart drip.