There was a mysterious smile on my face today.
I knew that there was a certain death today.
Today, may be the last time my lips will curl.

There was a monogomous hymn in my head.
It was the soft humming of your lovely voice.

Slowly, I fell asleep.
I knew it will be the death of me.

It was a wildfire I left burning in your heart.
But I knew it will be the death of me.

So I died.
I died, the tremendous death.

As I lay dying,
I saw the sight of your face.

Contemplating.
Smiling.
Confused.
Disgusted.
Happy.
As a river of tears washes my face.

I knew it was the death of me.
So I died.
I died the tragic death.
But you didn't.

Live.

Every day, these walks get longer.
Every hour, these hands, they tremble.
Every minute, these eyes get weary.
Every second, this existence is fading.

As light approaches this darkened room,
We are shrouded in to the fog of melancholy.
Devoured by misery, consumed by life,
Slowly and slowly we burn into nothingness.

These gaps exist with the soul of our hearts.
The void of joylessness approaches.
All these *** that emotions can’t afford,
Our tears are kept in a jar.

What sick, ****** contagious lives we have.
We are fools to the repetitious cycle of despair.
We continue to gaze at the fields of the condemned.

How about a cigarette for us to breathe?
But let us quench into the foolishness of life.

Here’s to the cries of your agony,
The stabbed words into your heart.

To the pain of your kiss.
For the sweet surrender of your mouth.

A drink for your intense hatred.
To anguish your divine love.

To the delight of torment,
For the never ending river of tears.

Three cheers for your lonely eyes,
To the taste of your sorrow cries.

A drink for euphoria,
You are lost in the wilderness of confusion.

But for you I write the unbearable sadness.
Your frozen heart, your fiery frozen heart..

The heart that touches, the hands that bind.
Your need for wants, but the wants that you bleed.

The lines of love, the despair of silence.
To the dance of death, a scotch for your waltz

My love,
Won't you explain to me the unbearable madness of sadness?
Tell me of the things that we speak and we do.
Give me the comfort of lightness in my heart.

Won't you guide my hand into your chest?
Let me feel the beat of your love.
Then, sing me the melody of your silence.

Those eyes with deep dark blue ocean,
washes over me and I gladly drown.

Won't you let me paint your canvas with my love?
I promise it to be heavenly tragic.
In this way, we will kiss our love in the fading moonlight.

But we are a catastrophe of romance.
You, will turn into a beautiful swan.
I, will turn into the abyss.

A torn mind with a bleeding heart exists at 3 A.M.

Cigarettes and pens burning through his fingers.
The sorrow of his tears melting through his cheeks.

Her words on his mind,
he felt sadness in his veins.

He remembers the warmth in her eyes,
the grace of her smile,
and the comfort of her stare.
He closes his eyes for a second,
and he felt home.

No sadness can bear what he did,
No agony can compare his own deal,
His sacrifices were all have been in vain.

Now, his pen has broken him into pieces.
The production of agony,
the destruction of his heart,
the remnants of love,
have vanished decisively.

But every letter that he writes is only spelled with her name,
he figures.

He may never see the light in her anymore,
for she was the only light he ever saw.

I don't care how many libraries there are
in the world.


I still look for you when I can't find the right synonym for beautiful...

We are weaved by the threads of fate.

To be vague and convinced through the lack of conviction, is our destiny.

Thrown to the depths of handshakes and pleasure.

We are swallowed by the vendetta of romance.

We are keen to distinct lust of
attachment.

We have kept the hunger for affection.

Suffice the thirst for life, only to find the fate of tomorrow.

Bound to the stages of conditions.

And you are here,
Beautiful and ******.

Come in you sinking sun, let's make love under the drowning fire.

Let's fly high to see the sky, and die beside the rye.

I see your dark blue eyes, the clouds turn green as you are at ease.

Your hair turns gold as I keep you from my mold.

I drown in the waterless ocean, as you burn in every gaze.

Let's dance in darkness, as the moon sets in a sinking light.

I am to stare at the sleepless night of tomorrow.
This eyes carry the weight of my blindness,
and I tremble before the dark.

My heart is impaled by pain,
and this ash filled lungs destroys me.

I feel the breeze of the night,
and sorrow kisses my forehead.
Endless silence whispering through my ears.

This inevitable confusion keeps me company.
Hands sweating and fingers writing with burning passion.

I am slowly being carried by the waves of nothingness.

Surely, I'll drown.
Then I'll be latched with great sadness all over again.