Cry with me,
Over the misfortunes handed to you,
Over the failed attempts made by me,
Over everything we won't be,
Let me cry with you,
Cry with me

How can exist people that resolve their problems blaming to the others.
People too much proud to admit that their were wrong.
People who think that they can do what they want and its going to be right.
That kind of people doesnt deserve our atention our preocupation. But sometimes we cant ignore that people, we cant just keep moving on and forget what happened.
We cant do that when that people takes you away your passion, your heart.
People who is blind and they doesnt see the damage and the pain that they cause.
People who has a blind heart, a blind soul.

Sensibly we talk and nonsense we go
Orthodox are the words uttered
Profane are the verses sang
Deceptive are the eyes buried

They appear pious and they are saints,
I speak sacrilegious and I am vindictive
How the flowers bloom is fate,
How the flowers bloom I hate

When kindled is the vigor
Ignited are these roses,
Of Vehemence we had a feel
Of Abhorrence we had to ****

My own path I have,
My own dreams I latch
A soul wandering at the prairies,
Gored yet numb with your poetries

Amorous is the depth inside making me drown,
Covetous is the realm outside wearing a crown
To which force will my heart listen,
Lost in labyrinth I am and fallen into warren

When left as memories are the stories,
And burnt into ashes are the memories
The sun had consumed the earth I know,
But not the world of artifice we had grow

It was a miserable affair from the very beginning
Just try and ignore the bullet that invasively laments with the soul.
Asked over and over to clear the throat and to speak words louder
Funny thing is the louder the screams, the less one is known.

Roses lay down a path of nettles,
What once was cherished, was handed to ghosts.
I could have been your graceless temptress,
You could have been my cardinals post.

I sat on the log as uneven as it was. My cold blue eyes were set on the dancing flames infront of me. The stories from my past played out as I watched the flames create new stories I could only immagine. As I watched my past unfold infront of me, my eyes began to fill up with tear. Tears of joy and hope. Tears of sadness and frustration. Suddenly, the flames began to grow engulfing my past and burning it to ashes. I slowly opened my eyes to see a small crackling fire infront of me, an austic guitar let out a simply beautiful tune. I sat there somehow forgetting my past, my eyes set on the dancig flames.

Craving* for a touch I've never felt.
Craving for someone I've never met.

Beautiful eyes in disguise trying to hide the truth
Looking in and looking out not knowing what to do
Heart confused
Felt used