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Sep 2016 · 652
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As you came here
And stood by me, it melt away
The frozen cage... My heart is in
I'm petrified oh so surprised
And just expect
This ends well, or else
This shall be
Our farewell
This can not hold
My all is in a shock.
Trying to purge some feelings out of myself
Jun 2015 · 1.5k
Embroided Decadence
A lost in time, forgotten track
colorless, washed out, hollowed rather
meaningless if you were to describe it
used to write all the time, used to dream
in the bus, in bed as well, it has all
said its bitter farewell, oh dearie!
oh my beloved!, spare me of this cruel
misery filled path, I now cross
some sort of emotionless symphony
worthless effort, faded paint
insignificant piece of poetry
a fallen ode to legacies, significance
and memories, all fantasies
dreams, hopes and tales of stargazers
daydreamers and hopeless romantics
have been lead astray, by this
oh this filthy tray of decandence
forsaking a mournful heart
an adulterated soul...
A rather bitter poem, well at least it's honest.
After all this hollowness, years of
Vain screams that's been unheard
By my beloved fallen angel
Now I realize, that's not worth it
Keep on fighting against something
That's gonna stay with me forever
the voices whisper in my ears
lying to me as I am fearing
I'll never be the same without you

This presence the spirit, who never leaves me
Alone, the one who whispers in my dreams
While I hide in the empty sanity
Chased me out, burned me down, lost my soul
Then ripped my all, then all that's left are
fuzzy dreams of yesterday, filthy ashes of myself

All  thats left of sanity, is breaking slowly
By the presence of your whisper
I'll forget you once again, silent my fears
Clear up the fuzzy dreams of yesterday
I'll say goodbye to hollowness

Living hidden, in fake smiles,that i never really felt
I wanna forget this, wanna feel quiet loneliness
Reborn in this dark quiet and beautiful  place
Leaving regrets behind me, burying all my fears
And feeling amnesia, won't remember that again

All  thats left of sanity, is breaking slowly
By the presence of your whisper
I'll forget you once again, silent my fears
Clear up the fuzzy dreams of yesterday
I'll say goodbye to hollowness

And I'll find myself get to feel eternal peace
Finish this game that drowns my life slowly
I'll give you my hand, follow you down this path
Stopping forever the presence, the whispers
That drove me inside my own doom
Saying goodbye forever, never felt this
Way before, dont worry I won't miss you
I'll just laugh in your grave, cause you never
Got the chance to fulfill your disturbed fantasy.
I wrote it back in 2011! It was meant to be an Evanescence/Tarja/Nightwish sort of ballad/lullaby :) Enjoy!
Aug 2014 · 520
Unending masquerade.
Bizarre timing of a twisted breath, distorted beat
nostalgic and melancholic memories
newcoming dawn, colorless one
a fading spark in a girl's eyes
clouded sight of innocence
longing for care,
immobilized unsure of if
there really is, a purpose for
the life awaiting her, hours passing by
come board the ship, observe the world
all of the magnificent, ancient legends and also myths
oh pyramids, endless feasts, opulent *****
a carnival, a masquerade,  a crowning time
or if the gods are willing, to favor her
the ship will wreck, and when she wakes
a mermaids voice, a fairies glance
or encountering a fallen angel
a lost soul, will be the one
and final quest she experiences.
Freedom or liberty, whatever your name exactly is.
How subjective your nature truly is,
There are those whom for you are willing to ouster life,
yet another group which accepts to give you away as an exchange,
oh a rather foolish one it is.

They believe,
they will never care for as long,
their well fare is not threatened, dangered,
at stake, or being labeled in a gamble, to be priced, so to speak.

Oh, how every single one of us, pillagers, poets,
murderers, lawyers, painters, doctors, musicians.
They all adore and crave for you!

Most of them do as they please indeed, indeed they can,
others have forsaken, all hope of meeting you ever again,
that is in fact, what hell feels truly like, usual yet so tormenting,
and all you are able to do is to weep, to mourn and
to dwell in eternal woes.
I wrote it a few days ago.

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