You'll be


            in black


                with stars


                 around

                  your waist

                 the night

                hidden in
               its dress
              reveals
             itself
            before
           me.
  
        ~  ~  ~
      
      My hands
     are moving
    slowly
  the universe

ever expanding

  feeling warm

    in my grasp


       I hold


            it


              tightly.


                ~  ~  ~


              Candlesticks
          ­  

             are glowing,

    
            slightly


         small suns

        flicker

       about

       they light
        two dots
          in the distance
           somewhere
         far away.


        ~  ~  ~

      Losing sight
     of the day
     lasting
     now
    and on
   for
  eternity

you'll be
          
in black

  with stars

              
    around


       your
              

          waist.

I pick the pen
then drop it again
and again and
aga

Headlights shining in the dark
somewhere in my distant dreams,
raindrops seem to fall apart
by the train's incoming beams.

Underneath the greyish skies
where my memories exist
past regrets briefly appear
in the shape of two red lips.

Seas of fog pour down the streets
drowning sights and silhouettes,
shapeless creatures fail to flee
trapped within their hopeless nets.

Often, lights illuminate
blurry faces of the mind,
where the train tracks
intertwine -
there, my memories I'll find.

Replace my warm heart
with a cold edged blade
there's a hole torn apart
where the heart was once laid.

Has it really been this long?
Being a child that never cared
falling asleep to that old song,
the lullaby my mother shared.

Have these four years really passed?
Since I felt that aching rise
around my chest, hoping it lasts
by telling all those little lies.

Has it really been four months?
I saw it happen, all over then
letting the bullet slightly pass,
right through my heart, to softly rend.

Has it really been four weeks?
Since the wound had opened up
again, with the slightest leaks
of light, in my darkened mind.

And yet... I find it quite disturbing,
the fact, that I've been holding up
from suffering in brighter dark,
I guess it's time.
That makes you strong...

Her ominous locks swirled in  a storm
swallowing whole the sea of her form,
a brilliant sun that once brightly shone
is now a glitter covered by twilight's shade
and it's gone, gone, gone,
an afterimage of beauty lost
in the foam.

Beast howling in the night,
depriving me of sleep.
Oh, come and lick my wounds,
the rest is yours to keep.

I've fought you all my life,
but here you are again.
Beast howling in the night,
my life is yours to drain.

Corruption swarms my brain,
yet scared I am no more,
a monster you may be,
the beast that I adore...

Is it strange?
I hear different sounds,
paletts, colours,
I'm music bound.

Is it strange?
I can't sleep very well
hearing notes, tones,
imagining bells.

Is it strange?
The bells ring loudly
they never stop
they deafen me proudly.

Is it strange?
Seeing you everynight
whilst I work on the balcony,
I can feel your soft glance.

I hear notes dripping on
the floor
and see a silhouette on my window pane
a black stain
recently appeared.

My nails don't help, it's
anchored deep
the more I scratch
it scratches back
and looks at me.

A silver knife then stabs
my chest
it marks a line, carves up a hole
the shadow leaps
and takes its place.

I wake in sweat
feeling... the aching remains
the black stain
recently appeared.

Flowers are blooming
a sight to be seen
on the day we were born

Flowers are glooming
with passing of ages
it's time now to mourne

Flowers are crying
in tears of regret
for the words never said

Flowers are dying
down with the coffin
in a dead man's bouquet

Who needs enemies,
when you've got friends
that never ask
or check your health.

Who needs friends,
they're all my enemies
with just one purpose-
to bask in wealth...

Anger keeps me up at night.
Anger, shrouding every light,
depriving me of my own right,
to dream for you across my bed.

So long as I'm awake at 3.
So long as you're away from me,
for all I have is what I see.
Alone, my pillow wraps my head.

I shake again, against my will,
my mind can't see beyond the hill,
a mist is hiding - that's what I feel,
and all in love - are living dead

Because love is joy,
and love is cruel.
Love is true to just a few,
and love is what makes me a fool.

The morning comes and I'm awake,
the anger goes, the silence breaks.
For even if my heart they take,
I stand right here, with no tears shed.

nobody will ask me anyway
but I don't care
that's all I have to say
I don't even want to rhyme
or
think of cliche metaphors
after all
I'm what I used to hate nowadays
a pity to lose your soul
I just don't care
nobody will ask
but that's all I have to say

My house is so empty
it's empty again
and I've been trying to do
as much as I can
but no matter the work
I still need my two hands
just to be with you
just to hold you
just to be what I am

And I don't need to tell you
how I'm not okay
And you don't need to know
how I hate everyday
And I don't need to tell you
you'll know anyway
Because you just see
right through me
and you know what to say

And I'll miss every second
I'll be counting down
I'll be watching closely
just to see you around
I'll miss your soft touch
on my rough skin, so now
just relax
and keep silent
don't make any sound.

Thousand years I've lived in
snares,
by the darkest cells of
time
frightening everyone who
dares...
punished for unproven
crimes.

Release my soul! - is all
I plead,
but never answered stayed
the prays,
anger in my mouth was fed
bound by shackles-
were cursed my days.

And every try, every blade
couldn't slay this cursed
beast,
a single light above
begins to fade,
on plates, stacked with
feathers
my jailers feast...

Feel so
feel so empty
must be
must be that
I seek so
much attention
though
never truly had...

It should be
should be
senseless
to sulk it in
like that
I don't deserve
attention
for wanting it so bad...

My bones are turning
dry,
       breaking,
on the silver rope.
My flesh decaying
dry,
       cells,
blackened dirt.
Foul meat
drops,
        beneath,
the hounds hungered long.

I love watching those flames
the ones that turn to art
the ones that patch my heart
and make it fall apart again.

So when the world turns dark
and hollow words blow in the wind
Prometheus has no flame to lend
our light then brightly sparks.

At peace I find myself tonight
before my feet touch land
and blood flows back into my hands
before the show disappears from sight.

The fireworks now leave the Earth
my eyes are open wide
a freezing streak bellow them lies
forever lost in the cold night's dirt.

Now smoke resides where light once shone
what a way to spend New Year's Eve
alone, with nothing even left to grieve
over, away from home.

Day and night again
I see, and hear, and feel
even in my pen
I know that you are real.

My heart writes, not my hand
its beating paints the sheets
and warmth begins to spread
when both of our hands meet.

Your skin, fragile and soft
my skin, thickened and rough
the times they gently touch
I never get enough.

Night and day again
I see, and hear, and feel
the softness of your voice
the eyes that keep me sealed.

Eternity is trying to make the most out of a single moment.
And in that moment, you were eternity.

Kept walking all alone
on busy streets,
in places where concrete
the soft rain meet.

Bright lights shine all around
with blinding beams,
the city seems so full
of empty dreams.

Cars often stacking up
in traffic lines,
a place where every man
peace never finds.

And still I'm walking down
these busy streets,
the city smiles at me
but never greets.

An open window clears,
outside, the rain appears,
but this pair of glowing eyes
like spears, begin to pierce.

Three children playing in the
rain,
they laugh, they smile,
they share their pain...
...where did those summer
days go?

...Away, as time flies away,
the leaves begin to fall
the street, covers by rain.
Two silhouettes - in joy
they walk.

For hours lasts this walk,
the lonely street, they fill
with talk.
He whispers in her ear...

Then passion strikes the ground,
a kiss, like thunder,
deafens every sound.
A face, familiar -
reappears.

Two feet, splash in the
rain,
two hearts are one,
one waits, in vain.
This lonely tear
drops on the dirt...

Fists, covered now
in blood,
painting the wall,
with screams and calls...
...the darkest thought
remains.

Hate, shrouds the raging
mind.
Hate for this love,
hate, whispers from above,
it's chains - begin to bind.

An open window locks,
the rain has stopped,
the silence mocks.
Those eyes, as always-
fierce,
they pierce with hate,
yet fill with tears...

I'll try to keep it simple
usually I don't
and hide behind a front
of words I have no hold of

Hi how are you
funnily I'm asking a question
from an album I like
but my question stays true

We don't talk like we used to
before I was alone
and writing this along
I really care for you

You know, you don't have to answer
just show me that you're there
show me that you care
but silence is fine too, I guess

I guess that more or less
maybe we'll meet again
but until then -

Stabbing myself hurts less,
hurts less than your lies,
hurts less than this mess...
Stabbing myself hurts less...
all I wanted was someone to care...

I know a guy, who knows a guy
who maybe ruined the first guy's life.

Fondly I remember the times
when one cigarette was not a crime.

When one was considered just a gift
and packs were too much for you to pick.

When all we ever did was drink
and poured it all on our sinking ship.

When it was cool and dope to try
pills and **** for the first time.

As long as the feeling kept you high
the downward spiral seemed like a lie.

The constant let-downs didn't help as well
I know, because I've been through that hell.

In the end, it's all the same
alcohol and drugs only fade away.

And that guy which the first guy knows
might not be a guy at all.

It's an obsession that gets too real
and hardly ever heals.

But still I haven't lost all hope...
...because no matter how hard it is
I
can
never
let myself
see you go
the path you are
headed to.

Two years look like an eternity
when looked at from these two eyes
and in two years, maybe,
I'll be looking at two eternities.

I see her
in dimming light
beneath the lamplight on the street
our eyes meet
for the last time under a misty veil
I see her
she sees me

Two merry steps are landing
and gently passing by
on cherry blossom leaves
two steps are walking by.

A pair of pair bewildered
one loudly lends a sigh
another smiles and whimpers
with tears of joy inside.

Two steps become a couple
where once two touches flied
no longer are they single
a pair is walking by.

A ready mind becomes
a blade,
to shatter my
outlasting shade.
The past is but a mirror,
yet through it
I see clearer,
a wound deep carved
it stays.
In ways, it's never
over,
forever-this crusade.

Renew your vows,
as the wolf howls,
and now your spirit
burns this hide.
Again, again with
reckless pride,
you needn't see,
you're not danger
free.

A ready mind endures
the pain,
it hides away the wounds
are lain.
An eerie call,
some words begin
to fall,
but focus for it's time,
the black crow is perched
a sign.

Embrace the thought
in ways we're free
we fought.
Us differ from
the fool,
no masters here, no slaves
to rule.

My ready mind
is bright,
with need to help
for right.
A shadow in the night
protects,
this lonely wish for just
reflects.
So what if death is mine
alone,
a peacful mind is born
if my example stays
atone.

I'm living the dream,
inside a reality of a dream
I wake up, force myself to live, sleep
and repeat.

I'm lying in my little
home,
my dim-lit phone, I'm all
alone,
now staring at my dim-lit
phone,
I miss your call, I miss your call...

At last, this scent entraps my
nose,
the smell of rose, it must be
yours...
and yet, my body isn't
close...
it's not near yours, it can't
be yours...

-This dream again! It's night, I'm home,
a giant hole, I call it
home...
a little light - it's just my phone,
I'm all alone, I'm all
alone...