Metal:
A music genre
that speaks of
The soul of withered flowers
the soul of warriors
The soul of fallen ones
The soul of phoenixes
The soul of survivors

And so she wrote about
the most exquisite pain
he caused;
the way he said 'i love you'
the way he kissed her
and then a bit later on,
the way he left with a simple 'sorry'

She wrote about every tears
that has been shed
and yet she wondered,
was it all that easy
was it worth it
was he worth it?

She told the world about him
She turned him into a poetry
And she wrote wholeheartedly
Hoping someone could understand
How cruel he was to break her

But deep inside, she wanted him
to read it out loudly
and finally find his way back to her
and she wanted to hear the phrase
'i love you', once again
but this time-
she wanted him to not tell her a lie

a.r

where to begin?
                       where does it lead to?
                                                         will I ever be found?


                              the gates are closing in front of me
I got so close
              but then again,
                                                          ­                    I'm certainly lost
              but then again,
                                                          ­                    I've never found myself

maybe after all,
                               it leads me to you
                   it leads to nowhere
                                                  *(nowh­ere with you)

and I'm not even mad
        I'm not even sad
                                              but the fact that you're so tender to me
          breaks my heart into a million
                                                         ­      *tiny
                                                          ­           pieces

I'm so fortunate
            I've never found myself
                                                    as devoted as I feel
                                                            ­                         to you,
                                                            ­                                    *my sweetest

I sit in bed,
Contemplating my life,
Wondering where else can I go?
Where else can I hide?

You will always be there,
No matter how hard I try,
Because I'm actually looking in the mirror ,
Looking at my reflection and my life.