The man in the mirror is haunted.

I never wanted to be a part of you,
You look at me like you're wanted
But here I am, And you're not true.



As I slowly take a step back,
I can see you grow so small.

I gave you all I ever had,
And you can keep it all.


I can taste how it feels to be you,
So lost and confused, alive and tame--
You're just stuck here and have no clue,
That you'll never see my face again.


I always hated the way you smiled,
So crooked, And full of burning pain.
I could see it in your eyes, the vile;
I can still hear you screaming my name.



Time cannot heal what cannot be.
A broken mirror cannot repair its scars;
Sometimes we forget that we can still see,
And there's more than just a broken heart.




But now I am gone,
And there's nothing left to see.


You're all alone now,
This emptiness will set you free.



Inside these walls that will echo,
every time you take a breath;
To remind, It was all so long ago,
And every moment we shared is dead.


Buried in the darkness,
Reflecting from your skin.

My face was yours to keep,
But you could never know my sins.



I wish I could've touched you once,
You always felt so real.


There's the light, And dark in some;
Some have only fear.


And in the end, Everything fades away,
To become a memory in time.


Even though you're only in my mind,
You'll always be on my mind.

out of thin air, ghosts appear
somewhere in the moment
as I turn back, time disappears
and all that remain is gone
the torment cuts me open
and everything broken spills out
no matter how much I shout
it's all the same, it's all the same
nobody else is interested in change
to change, re-arrange the physics
this darkness holds something mystic
artistic, that keeps numbing my soul
not counting the countless sanity it stole
I've never been able to escape from it
there are only walls and no doors anymore
and I've been stuck inside of it
for as long as I can remember
last december I almost killed myself
but that's alright, just a story of one night
if I just hold on tight, I can learn to spell
just the thought of it makes me sick
i wasn't even down the road and I still got hit
guess, I missed the signs after all
too busy counting my tears those didn't fall
now I'm left all alone, and I'm haunted
only silence and nothing else, exactly like what I once wanted
oh, I'm so rotten, it's insane and I have no clue where I belong
everything else appears so colourful and enchanted
am I the only one dying in this song
why am i crying again when I have nothing left to lose
i made all those memories and they made me a noose
I'm in no mood to end my pain
it doesn't matter, they won't even remember my name
I'm used to being at the same place and never move
hiding the flaws all across the empty space
there's no face I remember, not even my own
and 'tis my grave, here I will sleep, until the ghosts are gone
to haunt another memory

Here, and now it's gone
Just another song
From a broken heart

Picked apart
In pieces
But thank you
I've done my thesis
On pain  

Same thoughts bite
And cut just the same
As they did
Moments ago

I don't know
If it's only me
But something is on fire

Sometimes desires
Expire
And all that is left
Is lost in theft
What was so carefully kept
Lost

And no matter the cost
It won't hurt anymore
After a while
Down a thousand miles


I'm just waiting here
Counting the tiles
Walking by the road
With a knife on my throat
Singing again

sometimes in november
when the winds aren't so cold
pieces of grey days together
then do not so easily fall old

I can still sing if i will
strong enough to mend my words
what speaks of a broken heart
drowned in the waves of its hurt

her face ignites what was once dead
breathing life into the thin air

I've lost so many voices inside my head
that I see people standing everywhere

talking about what was and was is
her face rots; the thought makes me sick
entangled so deeply in the arms of his
the last kiss, must've been a fool to resist






by tomorrow if december
is not here
there will be blood in the air;
without the snow-flakes burning
there will be darkness everywhere

in that silver haze i will seek
all those memories
that did not leave
set on fire for their greed

gathering a storm
about to sleep

I'm not wise,
and as soon as I start writing this
I'll be at loss for words.
something beyond me will always hurt,
but I don't have to bother much,
only a touch
and all will be forgotten.

for the rotten, and my name.
I've gone insane,
repeating the same mistakes,
expecting the world to change.
it's so strange,
how the mirror never changes
its reflection.

I know I'm crazy,
that's not the point I'm trying to make.
it's not about how much there is,
for me, there's no affection,
towards the unfortunate.

my soul will burn
and my trace will fade
another page shall be turned
as soon as the previous is erased.

I've longed for separation,
rejection,
and all the beautiful things inbetween.

perhaps I'm obsessed,
for my well being,
what heart,
when I'm not even willing to be a human being.

they ****, they cry and have tears.

broken things left to wander in the darkness of their own design,
I resigned,
a long time back,
before I could have any hope to find,
the fairytale I was looking for.





broken things by a lonely night,
they speak so much.

melancholy sits on the pavement,
on a cold autumn day.
enjoying the music of a thunderstorm,
screaming.
dreaming about the winter yet to come,
become grey.
submerged to the tunes of a dark morning that is seeding,
beyond what any words can convey or design.
watching the elements of the sky growing and leaving,
how silently this picturesque nothing
captures the lonely corners of my mind.





have you ever seen a mountain break down in fear ?




let us pretend that we are all meant to suffer for choosing who we are,
and what we become, isn't that just the product of our scars ?
let's talk ourselves into buying new clothes and shiny blingy machines,
bright and cold screens to hide the ugly definition of this world,
or let us find a book that will repay us our words worth;
tears pouring over and wetting the beautiful pages of a magazine,
our eyes gazing at the beautiful bodies and rich flavours,
ignoring the red rose shining happily in the sun's gaze just outside by the road,
how many times have you felt the touch of something sharp..
and felt the need of cutting your throat ?
as always my mind means no harm, but it keeps buzzing with a thousand thoughts;
I know I'm decaying thanks to science, but I'm awaiting my conscience to rot.




I want to be free,
I want to ****.




the stark darkness in loneliness feeds on the forgotten whispers yet to concede a child, a labour of filth, of guilt, and all the things in between.



It's so dangerous to be human sometimes.



human ?



I've forgotten what they mean by it.


I'm so delusional.



Somebody throw me under the bus.


****.

Luck.


I make no sense.



Why am I supposed to be so random ?


Is it pointless to be crazy ?



don't ask me, don't look at me.
I'm so ugly.
You're so pretty.
an angle to my stranger.
stronger than my anger.
As I strangle,
my words once more.



Did you hear me ?

lucid insight..
I can tell you a lie : that world is a beautiful place
Or I can tell you the truth : that the world is never going to be a beautiful place
There are many possibilities yet only one answer
Sometimes reality can be far more surreal than the fiction
What place do we live in !?
What time are we wasting every moment ?
Is life short ? Or is it longer than we can ever imagine
How big is this world , is it enough to fit in !?
Do we have enough time to understand this place ?
Do we really need to ?
Questions just burst out from a corner and keep going on in an endless circle of nothingness
Can we pass through the dimensions
And touch the real being ?
Or will we forever just stare into his eyes and wonder what it's like be in that place and time.
A place beyond truths and lies
A place of no possibilities or solutions
A place untouched by the fiction and the reality.
A place where everything can co-exist without failure.
A cold and warm corner of our consciousness blooming into a thousand new directions every moment , so I can go on and tell you every truth and lie but its for you to decide what to believe and what you believe is what there is and shall be.
There are no truths and lies.