The entrapment worked like a charm,
And the wall caved in on Mr Cane.
He had but a moment to consider,
Had no umbrella to shield from rain.

The weather was but at the horizon,
And sun hasn't been so sane.
There is no thought left to ponder,
For the facts never do change.

Circling the theory of madness,
The colors were fading to black.
What brains have you said he,
There are no footsteps to go back.

Talking to self he wondered,
If two of him would suffice
So he made how the mirror looks,
And then the reflection came alive.

Mr Cane saw in the mirror,
Saw two more than he wished to see.
There were eight of them now,
Nothing is as it's supposed to be.

So he sat through the ruins,
Saw himself disappear one by one.
Two will be enough Mr crane,
That's enough company for someone.

Back to two down from six,
Ladder keeps adding more steps.
So Mr crane climbed over,
And left behind a bit of himself.

The sky was cold,
And the ocean was blue.
Now Mr crane was out,
So the stars had to pay their due.

Within lies the outside,
Said them stars in one breath.
And the biggest of them all,
Laid a crown at his chest.

His heart was made a king,
And the mind was made a slave.
Those eyes that had been dreaming,
Now were wide awake.

He could hear the flowers sing,
A song of thunder and haze.
His eyes crept in closer,
Mr Crane thought he saw a face.

The smile was yet to give birth,
But the swelled eyes had over-grown.
A very peculiar creature he said,
Unlike any other he had ever known.

He soon multiplied in an enemy,
Mr Crane was now afraid.
This lawn said he again,
Should have never been made.

For the trees work like charms,
In the glittering reflection of steel.
Concrete is the slab of foundation,
In this forest that was never real.

The weather was turning warm,
And he had but some walls to scale.
So he threw a rope over the walls,
Lay me a bridge he said.

The entrapment worked like a charm,
And the wall caved in on Mr Cane.
He had but a moment to consider,
Had no umbrella to shield from rain.

how do you feel when she just goes away
and you keep wondering why she didn't stay
how do you feel when she just forgets
and you start living your life in regrets
what happens when she even forgets your name
instead of love all you get is pain
and as the time goes by
you think you are going insane
and there's nobody to help you
nobody to wipe off that stain
and what do you do when you're just left alone
every night you pray but in the morning you're still on your own
how do you feel when someone you love doesn't loves you back
but still you go on giving them everything you have
you keep thinking about them all night and day
they just take you by the heart and throw you away
how do you breathe when you feel so used, back-stabbed and abused
you kept thinking about making it all alright
but now you are confused, no one can help you, not even you
what happens when she looks in your eyes and see herself
but when you look back in hers it's somebody else
its so ******* painful, you wish you could die
but you promised yourself that you will never cry
but what happens when every promise turns out to be a lie
and people who you would've died for, don't even care if you die


what happens when you know
you can never let go
and the one you love so much
doesn't even know
you keep telling yourself
that its all gonna change
but you know in your heart
It will always be the same
you know you are alone
and will always remain
what happens when love becomes
the reason of your pain

an open door
preched upon a
quiet hill

rusty old door
waiting for no one
stands still

when it rains and
when it spills—

         and

from her rails her
branches burgeon

her roots carved
into the soil

wooden stiles
freed of burden

now sprawl out
into the void

from her keyway
her eyes pry

shattered glass
that took her voice



her hinges


the last of her




last of a home
left for spoils


the last of a home
withered and spoilt




O' the lonely wooden
door!


the paint has
withered away

         time




once it had a
home

once there was
a home



the last of steps
the beginning of
nothing


no windows
no walls
no nothing

       and

my favourite
place

the last of
my steps

my kingdom of
a thousand thoughts
caught and spilled




filled by the silence
that haunts


O' my lonely old
door!


how it weeps
—old door



in the mouth
of autumn

through the month
of summers

in the lashing
winds of mid year

every shade of
winter




now craved in
the ruins

that only comes
but with age



O' the lonely old
door!

holding a sunset


     stands still

there was
once

***

and he used
to cry

like a
baby

when no
one was
looking

he was ten
maybe eleven

it does
not matter

sometimes he
cried

because everyone
around was just
so sad

it never was
about money
but it always is

he saw it in
his mother's swollen
red eyes

is there ever an
age to tell a child
what sadness is?

he did not know
God yet but he could
tell somebody somewhere
did not like him that much

i suppose no
one did like him

even he did
not like himself

with that face
and broken nose
and crooked teeth?

even his mother
told him once
that she did love
him but maybe if
he wasn't so ugly
she would've loved
him some more

and his father never
said a nice thing about
him ever

his grandfather did
once, it was a lie, but
he chose to believe it
anyhow

there wasn't much
else to believe in

only tears

then winter turned
to summer

and summer became
twenty years

days and
days

went by
in a blur

sadness aged
inside of him

like the sweetest
wine though it was
still so very bitter

until one day
he got so drunk

that he forgot
who he was

it was the greatest
day of his life

he waved and
smiled at everybody

he danced and
he sang and he
screamed out
loud

it was a beautiful
sunset that day

there wasn't a
single tear left
in him

nor did anyone
else cry

Trembling woes pay no heed
Nor a breath to bring me back to life
As they flow and come to cease
My tears have no face left to hide

Beneath the stairs behind the wall
There would lie my secret chest
Now it's lost and I've burned it all
Along with sight of my lonely nest

There by the ashes I used to play
In memories that now I never see
A handful of magic that drifts away
In my tomorrow to set me free

A voice that still lingers on
Of the blurred eyes I beg to forget
In ruins where I quietly mourn
Where all my broken pieces are kept

How fast the arms can tick
One trick that you learn in time
A castle torn apart brick by brick
And no one's there to solve a crime

So the prison is made in dreams
Where the magic truly never dies
See for yourself how far you can lean
Before you take wings and learn to fly

And then when you must wake
Burn down the last of your dream
lest find yourself in a cage
Where no one ever hears a scream

So leave now when you can
Or the scars will rip you apart
You are but only a man
And every man owns a heart

Before you kiss despair you
Disappear in the depths of your skin
Lock the door and call a truce
And don't let anyone in

Where trembling woes pay no heed
Nor a breath to bring me back to life
As they flow and come to cease
My tears have no place to hide


So I ask this of you my friend
From the deepest abyss of this page
Remember all before you must end
In the season of ever withering age

NOTE: this is a surreal story I'm attempting to write in a disguise of a children's tale but progressively with a darker undertone to it, I want to create a magical but yet confusion world where things don't make sense and then try to decode it, I'm afraid I might lose interest once again if I don't get the motivation, inspiration and right amount of critics to guide me, thank you. ( beginnings are always boring but keep your eyes open)

'THE SOMEWHERE LAND'


{ prologue }

Mister Simons was an old man of eighty four,
A very peculiar personality-
Hung his own impending obituary by the blue door.
He was having these visions lately;
A fat man beating him with his own cane outside the local store,
He wondered if it was merely a dream or if that had happened before.
Quiet frankly, he didn't remember much about his past anymore.
It's fair to say it happens to most of us when we grow old.
He lived at the end of the street,
By a house that was burned to the ground when he was only four.
Some say it is haunted,
Others say ghosts don't exist in the age of modern science anymore.
Whatever the case is-
It's clear that mister Simons never had any problem with his neighbor.
Though one time he did complain about someone breaking his mirror-
But that's maybe the work of mischievous kids living down the street.
They always cause trouble for him with many ***** deeds,
That's why mister Simons respectfully filed a case against them-
But lost and could never make them leave.
There is also a rumored dog that lives in his house but no one has heard or seen him in a while.
Some speculate that he has died.
Though, mister Simons is sometimes caught buying dog food at the local grocery store,
The one's who think mister Simons dog is just an old fancy myth say-
It's him for who it is for.
That's a very nasty charge against mister Simons-
But no one can ever dare to ask him.
Only once in the neighborhood history someone tried to approach mister Simons,
But off-course, he didn't let him in.
Mister Simons has a few problems of his own,
A few plants have began to sprout out of his skin.
He has an allergy to flowers,
so he daily shaves them off from within.
Miss molly down the lane is the only one to have ever spoken to him-
And claims she saw him grin.
Some say it was just a trick of light-
Others have a more horrid view and claim she is lying,
And she'll go to hell for this sin.
Mister Simons father built that house around the time he was born,
No one's really sure of who he is because everyone came there after-
A construction company started building homes.
There are stories that unicorns and dinosaurs roamed the land-
They were on a friendly terms with mister Simons,
Since he was the only man-
But the construction company men killed them one by one and it was real ugly.
They said it doesn't makes up for an ideal place to raise a family.
Some say mister Simons retreated in the deepest corner inside of him-
After this tragedy.
Others say it's all a lie and there is no construction company in reality.
Those houses were made by little magical dwarfs,
Who have been cursed by the evil witch to provide comfortable homes to humanity.
She eats their babies if they don't comply with the curse-
So, they'll keep on building and serving humans till eternity.
It's a topic of much debate amongst the residents of this street,
No one is really sure of where the other end of their street leads.
It's barricaded by mister Simons house at one corner,
And the screaming lake at the other end.
The history of the lake is also as much in speculation as mister Simons himself.
Some say it was made by the tears of mister Simons,
As he watched the men slaughter his friends and couldn't help.
Others say it was made by the tears of mister Simons,
When he watched his father die in a drought with a thirst he couldn't quell.
One can hear the screams in the dead of every other night,
It is speculated by some that the screams are of the creatures killed by the men screaming still in fright.
It is very difficult to be precise about who is right,
But one thing is for sure-
The lake makes up for a very beautiful sight.


Chapter: 1 - introduction

[I will be your narrator for the rest of the story,
Guiding you through this wonderful adventure with all of its-
Heart-break and glory.]


--

Everything in somewhere land had always been a little strange as far as I could tell,
The lamp-posts by the streets seemed like they were carved out of trees but weren't exactly wood but something entirely else.
Every house except mister Simons house was a bit too pointy in my opinion and were smaller than the other houses I've ever had been in.
It rained everyday sharply at 3'o clock in the daytime and again 3'o clock in the night-time.
The strangest of all were the residents of this peculiar street,
There were ten houses, four of them on one side and four of them on the other side and then there was mister Simons house at the end of the street right next to the burned haunted house.

Mister Richard and misses Molly lived with their only son svain in the house with the placard no. 1 at the beginning of the street. Mister Richard was big and bulky with black hair and blue eyes, he had a very simple face - the kind you can't recognize when you haven't met that person for a long period of time. He was the manager at the local grocery store and proud owner of a brand new double rocket tractor.
Misses Molly too had black hair and blue eyes, she was even taller than her husband and very pale. She was a very beautiful lady with an aura of sophistication around her but was very polite. Oh.. And she didn't knew how to cook.
Svain was an 12 year old with black hair and blue eyes. he wasn't that tall but was skinny which made him look taller than he was. he always wore red color and was moderately popular in school. Some say it was due to the fact he could eat and swim at the same time, an ability passed down generation to generation in his family.

Grandma frey lived with her dog penny in the house with placard no. 2, she was sixty seven years old but looked even older because of a tragic life in which she had to raise twenty children
- one of her own, two from her husband's marriage before, three of her sister who died with her husband when they both ate the poisonous golden plant at the superficial forest, four more were adopted when she took a trip to afro-icca, five more were adopted from a church in some other part of the world when she came across their 'take-a-child and help-the-lord' campaign. She also raised six of her children's - children but sadly one of them died when it tried to sing and eat at the same time.


Mister and misses Hailey lived in the house with placard no. 3. They were a family of four completed by their son owkwarld and daughter shinying. Owkwarld was fourteen and was speculated to be a bully at the local school, he was big and fat like all the other bullies ever lived and maintained his diet by stolen lunches. He had blonde hair and dark eyes with some freckles around his nose and always wore a cap no matter how windy it was. Shinying was eleven and tiny and cute and caring. She cared for everyone and was ready to help anyone in need. She too had blonde hair and blue eyes but a milky smooth complexion and always wore a smile on her face no matter how windy it could get. She was also a thief when it came to shiny things.


Mister bubbles and misses soapy lived in the house with placard no. 4, they pretty much kept to themselves. They had no social lives as of yet because they had no children and children are must to have a decent social lives in somewhere land unless you are old, dying or out-going and friendly.


Uncle paperazi lived in the house with the placard no. 5, he had white hair and a white beard, he was thin and always wore a black lab coat. He always kept to himself and made things made of paper - like paper beds and paper tables, paper cushions and paper toothbrushes. He couldn't sell a single item all of these years because they came with no guarantee or warranty whatsoever.


Darc and Ulla were the latest residents of the house with placard no. Six, they moved in after the yolo family left after feeling they weren't really important. Darc was tall and Ulla was short, Darc wore a smile and Ulla wore a frown. Darc had a job and Ulla stayed at home. Darc ate the food and Ulla cooked the food. Darc made jokes and Ulla washed the clothes. Darc was a man and Ulla was a woman.


Cofeetea and barcandy moved to the house with placard no. 7 around the time 'Dracula' was released all across the country with much hype and was proved to be a disaster. Cofeetea was sweet and barcandy even sweeter though the excess of them could really make anyone dizzy.


Dhornie - a singleton, lived by herself in the house with placard no. 8 for a long time now, she was a middle-aged twenty nine year old woman who had moved to the street when she was only eighteen to find the one true love of her life, some say she has a crush on Dracula

He walks upon silver moon-light,
Dancing upon an ocean of stars
Seeking truth in age of darkness,
Wishing upon every morbid scar
To see through burning curtains,
As they fall back into the flames
Blind to what is beyond the stage,
All he can do is see his only pain

That hears the song of night,
Of the dark and dreams untold
Bled of all that there is to hold,
Love is gone and tears are cold


He melts away into the unknown,
To be made in a whispering bird
Circling along the edge of the sky,
Trying to forget their every word
That cuts right through his skin,
Deep into his ever burning Soul
As he dives into the empty sky,
That'll slowly swallow him whole

Drowning in the song of night,
Into an abyss of suffering and pain
There won't be no more dreams
As the dreamer lies buried again


He is feeling the wrath of sorrow,
That falls on him like winter's rain
Searching for a man in the mirror,
But all that reflects is just a name
To be seen across all the universe,
camouflaged in the empty space
To tread where ever the heart is,
And to always find self in a maze

Slowly filling with the song of night,
Empty puddles are full to the brim
They will combust all that is must,
If they take anymore of tears within


He floats in an ocean of dread,
Consumed in his own pagan guilt
To feel the rust in his loneliness,
With walls of solitude he built  
And to be made a cage of lies,
That lay trap to the hidden wait
Bearing the stains of disguise,
There is no otherside of this gate

Wanting the song of night,
To grant him his key to freedom
And be the king of his own self,
Be the master of a lost kingdom


He wants the dark of the night,
To remind him what he once knew
And find him a trail to otherside,
So he can finally pay his devils due
And to be not forgotten by time,
As he moves back to the unknown
To burn and fade after every step,
And break fire with sparks borne

Made in the song of night,
A tale of dark to be left to brew
Deep in the pit of boiling lies
Finding one lie that will be true


He rots away in a depraved corner,
To be found again in heavens lair
And neglect questions as they come,
To find those answers every-where
In midst of an approaching storm,
That brings fear to guide his prey
To have wings but no direction
And every wave takes 'em away  

finding the song of night,
In the hollow of empty reason
To be swept away in illusion
And find self in a different season


He knows the embrace of winds,
Slowly caressing his lonely walls
crawl back to surface from within,
Back from the dead to take a fall
And seep through the cracks in time,
To a place that's in abandoned hope
To be gone forever when awake,
Fall back dead and find no road

Walking in the song of night,
In rhythm with words spoken
To be held against a morbid tear,
And be flooded by an ocean


He rests upon a bed of thorns,
To find comfort in his only hurt
painted in blood-stained flavour,
A withered rose to kiss every word
that die in the chaos of thoughts,
Running dry with every breath
That lay claim upon his nightmares,
To echo silence of a moments death

Melting in the song of night,
Hanging on a crooked wire
That swings by the frozen time,
Cast into a face of ice and fire


He wounds himself of love,
For the love of everything black
Memories that were left to haunt,
A door that won't lead him back
But to an ocean of nothingness,
Where he'll be one with his pain
To be made whole in emptiness,
And find self at a crossroad again

To see the song of night,
Gliding through the night sky
Woven in silvery threads,
A touch that'll miss the eye


He dissolves in the poisonous fumes,
Of the haze that blinds the sun-light
Falling back in fragments of his own,
Searching for another puzzle to hide
And find comfort in a broken mirror,
A thousand faces made to scream
What of a dreamer without a night,
A lonely place to be alive and dream

Singing the song of night,
Till the dawn of the morn' hour
To the world of lost dreams,
Of the stars and a broken heart

To Sing the song of night,
On every step that leads him afar
From the ruins of his home,
Sunrise falling back to his heart

All i want to do is break away , today , i want to break away
No more closed windows , lets break down those doors  today
Out in the open, i want to taste the sunshine
Just one more hit , need a fix and I'll be on my way
Hit the road, no holding back , 'gotta wash over some black
Been a while , all the pretty needles are aligned to stab
Too sane for my own good but now I've 'gotta break bad
All the pills just swallowing me, made me so mad
And all the other kids are out playin' in the sunshine
I've 'gotta leave the shadow now , about the time
Part of the sin for so long , ready for the lazy crime
Just one more hit, don't worry , I wont be fine
The maiden blazing through the summer heat
Remembering the lessons that loneliness  teach
Out in the corner there's a boogeyman trying to preach
I know i can't fly but there's just no land beneath my feet
Its happening again , I'm going insane , shutting down my brain
Just voices in my head, i need some more *******
The world's a stalker , humans are just so strange  
Falling back to my happy place , i need  Cobain
I can hear my heart beat, sounds like a grenade blast
Everyone's walking around in a Justin beiber mask
I've 'gotta **** everyone now and I've to do it fast
'cause i know my super human strength won't last
Head banging super cute droid just passed me by
So rude , didn't even care to say one stupid hi
She knew i was drooling just for her,
She even had the latest v5.1 ultra zoom eyes
After all i belong to the race who created them in first place
I'm her master , 'gotta teach 'em a lesson before they take over
'gotta head to the store and buy the latest  Angelina Jolie re-make
That kardashian woman is just at every corner
But i have no money , I forgot i was so broke
Gave my all to the scary chimpanzee for one smoke
But there's nothing more hilarious than seeing a chimpanzee trip on coke
I strongly recommend the ban on chimpanzees in the strip clubs to be revoked
I wonder if chimpanzees like the stupid  droids
I've seen planet of apes and i know soon humans will be destroyed
But chimpanzees against the droids that'll be an awesome ploy
Every science fiction nerd will erupt in ecstatic joy
Oh boy, if i could only remain in a trip forever
I would've been there in that epic final  battle
I hope tomorrow I'll wake up in one piece ,
Now that I've banged Jolie, I'll sleep better

there is shelter
in her whisper

in quiet spaces
when it rains

for how long
i've loved her

there aren't
enough days

for how much
i've missed her

there is not
enough pain

and i want to
taste every tear

every scar deep
and simple

i want to feel
every bite of the
raging winter

i want all of me
to ache, suffer
and linger

to be buried in
flames

until we meet
again

Clouds of smoke
Throwing down little pieces of pain
As I walk down the lonely road
Upon the puddle of memories left behind by rain

The sky is bleeding , weeping for a lost cause
As I march on , without a pause
The cold embrace of defeat , tearing me apart
The winds whispering , the screams of a broken heart

We're all like thorns
Guarding the roses we love
Ugly inside and out
As we dream of the beautiful



The thorns are finally stabbing
The roses they guarded For pride
Lusting for blood , let the beauty
bleed the say with a sick smile
Been Ignored too long , that the love has finally died

Time flies past like an uncaged bird,
Into the blue skies lest it unfurls
All of these lies that i've hold onto
will come back one day and hurt

Where was I walking to,
What is that I'm walking away from
Everything I knew was right here
A moment of truth and it's all gone

Why can't I be the man in the mirror,
Why does this world keeps its lies
I try so hard to hear your whispers
But every word escapes my eyes

Why did I lead myself to this place,
It still pains that no one understands
Is it so easy to believe my face,
And not to be seen for who I am

Be gone like the thunder in the sky,
A flash of light and a roar that'll die
I am here today like I always was
And I still have no clue why

The layers of disguise won't ever melt,
And the mask will change with every breath
I know nothing remains the same,
Why is it so easy to remember and so hard to forget

I see the world through its scars,
Torn and left to rot in my heart
I try to hold on to these winds,
As they try to rip me apart

Now all that's left is just me,
these wounds that'll never heal
with every step I lose myself  
And I know morrow I won't even feel

It's gone just like it came,
Only to leave memories behind
Now I don't know where I am,
Maybe somewhere no one can find

There's no comfort in this solitude,
Of what I have craved for so long
Mute as it is, world never cries
This silence makes me feel so alone

And now i'm back to where I belong,
At the edge of my own, I crawl
Everytime I find the key to be free
I run straight ahead into another wall

As I let go of the last string,
Of which binds me to my own
I know i'll wake up the same
I know I will be gone

Come back and haunt me once more,
Lie to me that I am of this world
Make me see through these mirrors
Take me away form where I lurk

And for the last time make me feel,
It's been so long since i've felt
Life running through my veins
I've lived far too long in this hell

Let me walk till the end,
Even if I never make it back
I've lost everything else
This journey is all I have


This journey is all we ever have

Don't you remember your face
When you realized
That I was a king
And now how it fades
When in your lies
I began to mean something
Those words are lost
And so are you
In your pain
So the angels won't stop
To pay a devils due
In a morbid shame
So let the hell burn your soul
Enchain you
Enchant you
Till your scars become sour
Feed you to the ashes
Crush you and suffocate you
Trap you cold
And you are sold
The lore
Voices in your head
That were bled
And shed
Kept
In a box that was lost
When the heart wept
And the sheets were red
So take your pain
And build a wall
Pick your hammer
And bleed it all
Eat away all your scars
Those cut too deep
Don't worry about your sin
Only feed
As you grow in a vengeance
Another tear
That you don't need
Heart heeds no resistance
When a breath leaves
And you drown in your own
As when the poison seeps
Consuming the locked doors
And you're freed
So consume what is left
And burn away all that is gone
Engrave your pain
On your heart of stone
Give in to your nightmares
And enslave your mind
Skin yourself bare
So nothing is left to remind
The signs
And the memories
That won't die
And the truth in your eyes
More painful than a lie
Emptiness that feels like
The hollow of the sky
Where the stars kiss the dark
And rule the infinite
The same color
As that of your heart
A shadow in the night
And when the black reigns
In corner you run to hide
In a hope to find
And to save yourself
Another day to die
A thousand times.
Everything becomes the same
As it was before
And you don't want to be
Yourself anymore
An image of your reflection
Pure of your guilt
A castle of your yesterdays
Which from your arms was built
Broken apart
Piece by piece
and shard by shard
As it ceases to be
So does your heart
And now all you have
You can never wish back
Painted in black
All over your conscience
And memories you had
Nothing remains of you
In the ruins you left behind
To save yourself
Another day to die
A thousand times.
Give in to your demons
And chase away your tears
Drown yourself in freedom
With the curse you now bear
Wither again in your words
In the voices you hear
Burn down this world
So you can battle your fear
And Slay monsters those haunt
With the blade you hold
Pick on your veins
As you grow cold
Taste your pain
As you consume yourself whole
In the years you stole
Sometimes clear
Sometimes blind
A hope that you will find
And save yourself
Another day to die
A thousand times.

sweetness of
the moon rains down
on the last bus
going home

all the flowers
crushed beneath
the sky

cry for the
mother tree

for she was standing
still when I met her

I don't know what
else to tell you

I've never known
what it feels to be
someone else

and you don't
exist inside these
walls

perhaps I'll trade
all my fantasies for one
moment of absolute
violence

it's not that hard
to mute what little
is left of me

is this how you feel
when you are sober?

In the hour of slumber,
Shine of the stars conquer
Every nook and corner
Of my fragile Mind

Mute queen sings,
A gush of dream it brings
Give me my wings
In Lullabies of serene silence

I wake in wonders
My heart surrender
I can touch the thunder
With my eyes


I see
What I am
In the
Moon-light
That falls
On the ocean

I see
What I am
In the
Shine of stars
That holds this
Door open


In this moment of calm,
I raise my arms
Floating in the storm
Of my imagination

Made into a maze,
Every turn amaze
Of the worlds face
I can glance into

Brought back to life,
These puzzles won't survive
A memory of night
I could never keep



I believe
I am
But a traveller
Running through
This paradise
Alone

I believe
I am
But a dream
In night sky
I found
My home

chemical nights
city lights
and the isolation

farming dreams
while they scream
in my head

loneliness eats
and it repeats
in synchronisation

insects crawl
while people talk
in my head

gnarly roads
vapours from smoke
and annihilation

words i write
have already died
in calming insulation

and the rot
has set;

the dark coming down
all over me.
.

do you want to die ?

No..

then, why do you cry ?

i..i don't know


do you still deny ?

..what ?


lies ?
voices ?
dreams ?
life ?




the shadow creeps from within
forming a circle I cannot escape from
rings of smoke choke me inside this pit
where I have been since the beginning of time
consumed and alone
in my own
waiting..
thinking..
dreaming and mourning
sometimes the sunshine seeps through the cracks
and I can see every scar on the wall
tears begin to fall
and I know I have lost it all




is there nobody else ?

no..

do you remember yourself ?

I don't know

do you believe in hell ?

yes, it grows...


do you still deny ?

..what ?



pain ?
beauty ?
love ?
blame ?




the cold sets in every corner before converging into a singularity
and your mind loses control over your heart
have you ever seen a river cry ?
rain fly ?
because tears look like water from afar ?
like dried blood on a dead rose
breathing life into the beauty and its beautiful haunting
this deathly grim wanting
that lasts more than any day or night can swallow
and there is nothing in this hollow
either the silence  
or a whisper that fills the atmosphere with thunder and storm
there is no life to warm
the corpse





death has a solution, you know ?


can you let me go...


come near and I will show ?!


but i don't want to see.. I don't want to know


be one with the flow, can you let it go ?


no..



why deny then ?



because i would do it again.

when hell is above and sky is down
the rain suffocates and it drowns
I can't feel my feet
can't feel my heart
and I don't remember if i'll ever be found
I break apart
when silence makes a sound
for in this hollow
there's not a soul
nor a ghost around
there is nobody to be found
I know I'm chained and bound
to my fears and to my scars
who we are
what we were
how we will be
that's never going to count
'cause all we'll ever have
is walking dead
we're already dead
wearing a frown
We just don't know it yet

we're not as stupid as we were told, the years of abuse has made us cold
the love is gone and hate won't hold
we're not the ones to be bred and sold,
we're more then
a small heart beating, repeating the world over and over in a rhythm to make a song of life;
black river, blue skies, two faces in the crowd weaving sunlight,
grey world and white,
taught to be loved but finding not a soul by your side,
we have come from the same place, same stories and tales,
albeit different words but the same sounds, the noise;
when you've been screaming all night cold but no one is there to hear your voice;
words perish into the pages, tears cash in blood and ink-
reflection from the mirror, ugly and faded;
when did it matter when we began to think ?
when we began to sing, bowing to the queens and kings,
breathing the world in and watching all of its sins
and lies, what we know and have seen from our eyes;
unheard, what they don't see..what they can't see,
drawing the world in the shapes we want it to be;
always told that the mind won't hold over the matter,
and dreams are...just dreams, build and bred to be shattered,
in a million pieces to be scattered, so we never find ourselves;
the old road has been bitter, the steps ahead lost to the mist,
echoing the same reason that made us clench our fist;
spoken ill, made to be weak..blindfolded with what they had to teach,
but we learned, as they preached;
the one's who got away,
the one's who got away,
now we suffer, from another siege,
locked and chained, walked through years of tears and defeat;
made weak, enough scars that we won't leave,
tied in love, awoken in dusk..the dawn has always been on the far,
falling prey to their lies as we rust and bleed;
we could never see a mother weep, there is something hollow somewhere deep;
walking to the edge of the world, only to fall and meet,
the one's who got away,
the one's who got away,
they would never know our pain, as we watch another one die,
who are you, I've never heard them ask us why,
if only we could see them cry;
and they still pry on us,
now a black heart beating, repeating the world over and over in a rhythm to make a song of lies;
we have always been more, if only they could ever see the world from our eyes.