Beautiful were your eyes as the unclouded heaven
beautiful was your heart like the starlit evening
but when you had to humble your pride
the spell of silence fell from you,
your counteraction was as one slain at once
by bliss and grief.
Even if you could not pass through that peril
even if the tidings of your loss had not yet gone forth
and the bastion of your feelings hurled with a ruinous outcome
you could have talked to me, you could have asked for my help.
I wish you knew...

Driven out from your dark corner
everything feels in a disorder
i'm guessing that your comfort zone
was just a grey zone
fulfilling nothing but pleasing
untitled, meaningless desires.
Life you say is grey too but at that assumption  
you forgot about black and white
you forgot the vigorous emotions
that made you feel alive.
But don't forget you are human not some narcissistic being
pretending drama, craving attention.
No matter who you are you do not know
what kind of man you've become
until the very end.

Within and without
can you hear it now?
it's been with doupt
can you see it now?
A mortal sin gods will bear out
a soul akin angels won't look out.
I'll let you see what was cast aside
i'll let you feel powerless when waves collide
i'll let you feel mortal in high tide.

Grief had grown
ever worsening
robbed you of all joy.
Heart in dust
mind in ******
all you needed was trust
go ahead if you must.
You did not want to forget
and amid of all that bliss
dark seed of evil was sown.

Your present being you curse so much
is the future you chose and will become
the past that unfortunately you will forget.
This is how you move on determined to a path
of self destruction
casually, incosiderably and
insusceptible of any admonition.
Never learn till all is gone
never learn till is too late
never learn till you please
the gods of your unawareness.

Some things just are.
There was a time i would
try more but...
Sometimes life is unfair
sometimes we lose things
sometimes we make mistakes
sometimes we fight and nothing
can be fixed.
Some things just are...

Like indolent dream washed away
by the sea's uprising
passivly yielding
into a sheltered thought
for i can't explain
this weathered plot
it feels like years since we've touched.
Maybe in another life
a better chance
maybe in another dream
with a sweeter glance
maybe my heart
with a different stance.
Another day of
gibberish grouse..