Plasma screen; well kept, clean 
Silenced screams
And faces pleased 

Artificial combustion
Will as strong as a Russian 
Why how is it fantastic?

To become cynical and sarcastic 
Grow older and bolder
Fly without wings 

Flee the magnifying mirror
Unfold the killer 
Be who you are 

The fault in our stars
It is merely a myth you see
Thou shall reveal the not so mysterious mystery 

Lie deep within, whom would win?
Light the spark, quit lark
Just start the roaring flame 

"Find it from somewhere" she said,
Soul, the deepest core 
Into the night, fight 

Until sunset and sunrise 
Perhaps the result will be surprise 
Lifted such disguise 

Peels eyes out of sockets 
Creativity rockets 
Moon beneath 

Disregard gloom and deceit
Doom does no longer doom, nor does it exist