Die, another term

Die, another term 
for what my friends suffer everyday

Alive, another term
for what I seem to be every night

Perplexed,another term
For what it all is as a combo

As the Sun shines through the window
Each morning like a Bat
Trying to confine myself
Within the boundaries of my room

Hiding from the Sun
Finding the shade 
To jump over the hurdles
Without looking at them

As the moon glows via the Sun
Each night i find peace 
Opening my heart in the silent winds 
Gazing at the starry sky

It's not the Sun that i seek 
rather the shallow that i want 
To hide myself, cover myself 
From the hardships, life has to offer

As the light fades away,
and the cozy spice decorates the sky
everything seems to be at balance; in and out
like a cusp, balancing itself on edge

A face, that blocks the rays; facade
A shadow, behind the face; my grace
The reality of my surrounding, in which I fade
Watching: reality rising in this dark night.