anima mea dominum
i don't know what that means
i've sung it in a few songs before, though
i've sung so many words i don't know the meaning of
just because i was told to
"sing these words this way"
but what am i singing
"just sing them with emotion"
but which emotions
i don't know what i should sound like
am i happy
but should i act like it
or are these words meant to be mournful
i can play the Mournful Singer
if you want, that is
In my mind,
the fight was a result of your undying love for me,
an act of protection,
for your fair maiden.
I was the perfect damsel in distress,
dragging you away from the bad guy.
How I ever managed to daydream,
over the screams
and the struggling,
is beyond me.
As you gracefully caved in the guys skull
with your elegant knee,
painting a watercolour of red on the concrete,
I stood back and watched.
Each drop of blood,
that splattered the night scarlet,
mirrored a drop of the salty tears
running down my cheek.
I wanted him to get back up
and smash your beautiful face into a perfect Picasso.
He didn't do anything but lie in his own river.
I wanted to be washed away with it.
Instead, I had to watch you triumphantly step back from your kill,
the picture of alpha male,
and look for your mate.
Why won't you capture me?
Because you want her.
My best friend.
The one who I should be comforting,
for having two guys so in love with her that they'd kill each other.
I'm scared if I place a hand on her shoulder,
I might crumble.
I could leave my soft white mark on you,
if you just gave me the chance.
But maybe you like the chill,
the chance to pull her closer.
I can't look anymore.
I step over the battlefield and make my way down the street.
I see her get in a taxi
with the guy you just half bludgeoned to death to win her heart.
I see you stood amongst the wreckage,
confusion on your war wounded face,
not knowing what went wrong.
Just like I gave in and cared about you.
What idiots we are.
Somebody punch me in the face.
These butterflies keep me awake
And to think that was just the first date
Sweet souls wanting more
Get out of this town and explore
Nervousness calmed by smiles and laughter
Could be the one I'd chase after.
Chased a little bit,
slipped in some bullshit.
Don't care where, what, who your with
Figured you out by the fifth
Wouldn't talk to me, ya just hid
If we make plans I'd hope you'd keep it
An honest man wouldn't have too many secrets
Jaylin was scared and detrimental -
with runaway scars,
his heavy breathing,
and the wolves chasing such a forgotten soul.
"I'm more afraid of death then before,
more afraid of the teeth ripping through my skull,
I have to end this dream.",
He said screaming, knowing it was but of no dream.
Is the end just above the harassing, or still just a mere speck waiting to be seen.
he screamed again, as the snow touched his face
- wishing his fellow friends cold hear.
the mindless memories all over his body warned him.
It warned him he was still wanted by them.
Still yearned by the ones of which owned the forest.
"Jaylin, run! Run now!"
this wasn't his mind, but the mysteries wind that ran next to him.
He heard it, but didn't know what it said until he saw them -
barking, running and almost screaming.
Jaylin stopped to listen to this screaming,
as if the screaming was the sound of a thousand ghosts that the Wolves killed.
Hearing all this he knew he wasn't the first.
"How could the wind know?,
Why are there some many voices in my head!?,
I don't want to be trapped like the other lost and forgotten soul!,
I don't want to be screaming in endless time of death !",
what was wished for was soon put away in the hollow sound of the universe.
they found him.
and the taste of death
where all things felt when Jaylin was bitten.
Bitten by The Wolves.
I shall look upon
he's not gone
It's time to choose an elegant suit
Check the mirror if you look good
Stop feeling so insecure
And don't forget to read between the lines
By the time the spotlight lands on you
Put on your best smile
Don't get distracted
As you play your part
As you notice those are just acts
You never dressed this good
You never smiled so alluring
You are a completely different person
This is what you do
When you are at center stage
Try hard for people to notice you
When you aren't even contented
I coughed up a lung
Trying to talk to you today
Looking at you over there
I know what it is you're trying to play
But right now, I'm leaving
And I'm not sure I'm gone
And then I'm in my car and weaving
Through the icy streets with the heat on
I really thought I knew who you were
The 1 to my 1 that makes one two
I just shook my head when I heard for sure
I don't know how I didn't have a clue
All my walls are dripping navy blue
Down through the waves just trying to get you
You are my sweet double-etendre
But where do you start and begin?
You say one thing and start to cry
Where is the place that we're headed?
You never hear me out and you never tell me why
Is it that you've been having second thoughts again?
I'm packing it in not because I want, but I have to
Will you think of me in the future as a friend?
The end seems bitter but the bitter isn't always the end
These days the future is hazy
The job I work means nothing
It's 6 AM and I'm feeling crazy
I don't care about fucking anything
My life is a smudged question mark
Written on an empty folder
I just want to go down to the park
After all, I'm only getting older
I'm getting too old
Now I'm only 21 but listen here
I might not have seen it all
But I've seen enough for me to say
Answer your phone when you get the call
It won't ring twice but it always rings true
I'm just trying to get it through to you
Skipping rocks in still waters
Smoking pot up on the roof
I don't know why I even bother
But I know what I'm saying is the truth
Now it's time to go back again
And again the same feeling haunts me
I'm telling you as your honest friend
You need to adjust your vision before you see
And then run away with me
Do you know what is like to be haunted?
Every time I see a another pretty face it does not Change I just see the one that got away from me
This image. Is a haunting image. That makes you realize that you can't fight your emotion
This reoccurrence has a pattern once you seen it turns me into a world I missed.
You know you missed something when reminded of it
I am not afraid it has shown who really is that dream you feel every single night
A reoccurence of a image is imprinted into my heart and will always be patient for that chance that one can dream about
Salem, O Salem what were you about?
It all started in 1692
It was dark, it was cold, a bit of snow still on the ground
People arrested for witchcraft and some sentenced to death
19 people that year took their final breath
People were drowned or killed with fire
some people even hung with rope or wire
Witch trials didn't just happen in Salem
They happened all over the world
The first is believed to be a woman named Angele Babin for sex with the devil
And the last Bridget Cleary whose crime was unclear
I wonder how many of these people confessed in fear
We are monsters of our own making
we cause fear and we kill
Those that do no longer do it for protection
they do it for the thrill
But their is no thrill in taking a life
there was wasn't then and there isn't now
how could you take a life, that is my question. HOW