Remember the time
The place, your face
I crawled up and said
"I'm yours, in your arms"
The self medication made no sense
But the essence of you
Is a drug that heaven bled

Calm it down
Come back to bed
We grew older than our words
Colder than our dread

Sky's touched with tyranny
When you are soaring through the outer
Atmosphere
Remember me
Remember the sky lucidly

The door is broader than the walls

Watch as she wakes from the sleep of depth
Hyperventilating to an extent
Of no turning back
And some creep was looking down
Wreathed her weariness and scolded her
Of being so wrong
She wants to plead her innocence
But she's lost

She was broken looking anywhere but my eyes
Then she looked at me
And i couldn't look away ever since
I lit a thin green candle

The bridge overheard the demon talk
Turned rogue and ****** at shiny dawn
Closed it's golden gates with a mystical node
Fell right through the waters too quick on overdrawn

The fire turned the cellar door to ash
Then was obscured by angel on his track
Asked them if the faith of light is back?
The angel laughed, then the flame turned to sand

The car was moving in restraint
The fuel was running quick frame by frame
The passengers were breathless and shrill
For drunk thanatos was on their trail

Then passion bled a little unwanted hope
The moonlight struck her shadowy howl
The wolves were losing all control
The lonely knife melted by her haunting call

The lady who bought heaven and gold
Was looking down to our weary hold
She lustfully denied the wall of stone
To drink and ***** away our worthless blood

The peak who loved the loud echoes
Was calm and tall and death and foe
His was the hold of unbeatable dogs
That were controlled by smirky fox

Then he died of silence, the lady ordered it
The moon was suspicious of the car which was crashed
The sand turned to glass to mirror the bridge and his splash
The lonely knife closed the drapes to offer the final slash
Love.

We run through the door on fire
We pray for magical misfits
And find it impossible to believe where it resides
We run through the world on fire

Come in here crazy child
Be deteriorated piece of chocolate dipped in the sand
Asking which one's rogue to else?
Taxi holding on beside the smoke
Ladder the bar, the hazel goodness, patterns  
"Jump through the red light right here, stop stop"
She wouldn't look away, the wall
Whole night
Then a momentary pause to another parallel realm
Reborn as cancer spreading throughout the satanic youth
You martyr, you are caught between headlights
You stranger, you are nothing but a face of the past
You pretty child, you are a raven painted pink

I'm thinking too much
Too much too late
The stars fall from the wedge by the hook of Orion
While everyone's singing 'death to cry'
And Apollo judging from distance
One single tread of silver around us
While the world worships the apathy
We turn incubus and werewolves
And the water turns rogue and dry
The strings of Orpheus' harp loosen
The hungry acolytes consumes us
The dark wins over the silver string
And we use magic and bravery to push hell
But Hades himself pulls us into a cradle for sleep
Then it's morning again

I was not born to drown
But I will drown
Somewhere in helms of darkness
Digging into my skin
I will find her and some meaning
Kind lullaby for me to sleep into
While the man drives me crazy
Telling me stories about waves
And i guess i might never make it out
Mama, i will drown tomorrow morning

"The knight are riding at dawn". When I was little, naive, I swear I must have wondered some dispatch of the lights around me, she holds me, indisputably, while her mind is breaking, dying of depression. The lights made me feel uncomfortable. They were to too bright and the air was smokey as well.
Just a corner of some distinct place, I saw a man collecting a pile of rubble from a cracked platform. There wasn't time to ponder for a dog just crossed me. I was frightened by volume. In that cold place, while waiting for help to ride by, in the middle of someplace I don't recall, the lights made me lose weight from the ghosts circling around you. The wolves howl and I try to run but I am stuck between skyscrapers. The dog just turned into a knightmare for it lingers around me. I was little. The gravity was posing some relief. It was pulling her soul onto a cradle for sleep.
While I was wondering how to escape the fate of demons around me. I was little and naive.

I found a secret trophy
Hiding from the herd of men
Secretly floating in some sea
The label just asked "when?"

The trophy was gone and so was the thought
That a puppet could ask for more
The master looked away, to the hounds that were chained
And said "it isn't much you bore"

I saw a dream through the fires
Secretly camping in your eyes
The ventriloquist grew tire
Drew his hands out in quiet

And that was the moment, that our worlds caved in
And you crumble right on my knees
But the timing was wrong, as i crawl to the top
And we missed each other completely

The priest walked in to the bar
Asked "where are the others?"
The bartender said "not that far"
Then some monster killed him and his troubles

Then there was the moonlight, shining on the kitchen aile
Hitting nothing but a lonely knife
The knife melted off, it just couldn't stop
To catch the fiery sun die

I still remember when i told you
I still hold on to that moment
It calls for a blood-rid fortune
And sorry that i couldn't sing

And that's just the lullaby, that just wouldn't die
And the moments before it grew
It took under our castle, the realms of anxious
And whispered "i love you"
Mhmmm and it whispered "i love you"

Ellie asked for candy and coffee and told me about his new lyric
"They see me smiling,they think it's a frown
Turned upside down"
We laughed it away

The winds are so icy
Texture are of dusty fences and
There is a tree so large
Facing some windows and agony
They scream while he plays in his head
The thing they ought to say to survive
Then closes his weary stark eyes and holds his breath for the pause longs to its ugly peak
Then he's walking past the headlights
Wind messing with his hair
And this he sees
A window about the very tree with moonlight
Lit like Prometheus' fire or a very happy dream
But striking nothing but a knife on a kitchen counter
He moves through a medow and past the windy symphony
He witnessed the knife cutting itself to match the sight of the tree
He's on his way to ask for help
But he's too stupid and prideful
Just like his father before him
He hates him the most and still isn't free

The walls they are standing still
Unusual traffic bestowed upon my heart
I need to catch my breathe before i lose it
Again and again i don't look for realism
Just a fantasy where my frowns are not met with screen faces and laughter that creeps
A fantasy where i become perfect and I'm loved by you as much as you want to love me. Just heard my father say something mean and i left the room mumbling words i personaly kept to support my weight
Am i going to be something big or a candle burnt in heavy winds? Am i to **** myself or just to live for your sake in agony? Am i to be a kick in the eye or in the dark where only you see me?
What if it happens to me on a different day and bridges collapse as sun starts to fade, birds scared, scattered and windows drawn to the waist. It's a village which quiet houses and a rusty swing, a seesaw which ducks painted in red there's a wire with clothes too many for drying staked in form of desperation like someone as sad as ellie wants me to say "come on you stupid *****"
But the bridge was down and so was i, in the end the village was shifting up my horizon like my god wished some time to laugh and say "haven't laughed this hard for so long better stop now before I start crying"
Love

Hold on to some quietness for heaven's sake
****** nose ring mixed with some
chocolate wedding cake
Poisoning a pill thats kept with a 100 more
Degeneration of subprime mortgage loans
Now the air cools down
Sun starts to choke
Reading some fictional story
About Richard the 4th
Walking past the green light
Heated with misery bells
Shouting everywhere
"Cry for help or death knells"

There is it is again that funny feeling
Oh that funny feeling
There is it is, again that funny feeling
Oh that very feeling

There is some hyperfixation of this very day
It hits me like a single mother
Digging her babies grave
Nature feeling high
rebel against pain
Like crisis that some god
anxiously paved
My cold hands touch
the burning sand
The snows creeps up from the inside
and consumes all land
Perfecting the capture of romance and love
Trying to make sense
feel some ungrateful worth
Now I'm feeling just fine
we were kissing by the way
Tell me I'm here and everything's okay

There it is again, that funny feeling
Oh that funny feeling
Do do do, there it goes my
Body struck to this feeling
Do do do, there goes my
Soul struck to this feeling

Halt the quietness
for the sky starts to rot
Run like headless chickens
In a parking lot
Sink the saddest blues that
you dearly love
High five to the sentence
You secretly bluffed
Build a Lego Gotham city
With your bare hands
Still waiting for that reply
From your only friend
Sinking in that brief smile of
My pretty anxiousness
Slightly dissolving within the range
Of moving abstinence

Hold it, the sighs of creme and ****** lips
The sower, kindly drop some shadow
Just hold us deep into that slow breeze
The tainted red would move us together
Imm in deep voice, stark fingers touching
Heaven and everything, it goes against me
Feel some valency, worth, your beauty and
The card that bleached into the lost night
Of moving against the spirit of flowing tides
Crashing between the pores of sand
Around these fingers that crossed some of you so preciously
Now come to me millions of times for the sky breeds some time to die, again
Under the tent of that weird surrounding, the low-sighted buildings, found a hotel named metropolis, and Clark was brooding, flirting, and singing a song
It went like "I had a thought dear.." moving like flashes of sudden melting under the sweet whispering straight at your mouth as I crawled to your face and your lips and your eyes, we moved so quickly
Suddenly I remember, I don't deserve this and a rush of sadness scales down my spine as hell breaks through my eyes while the sky creeps and dies and dies and it screams and dies for time is over and nothing else moves but Clark fidgeting thinking about something else

Thoughts are oozing out of sunshine
In some nerdy way
Trying to die heavenly
In a blinding golden way
Watching by the very distance
Of my pretty anxiousness
Sinking in that brief smile
Of my Pink Floyd bliss
There is some cold and distant air
Over this ugly day
Its hits me like a single mother
Digging her babies grave
All i see is peaches
In a sharp and heavy fall
Elliott Smith whispering
"man mitski makes me tall"
The sirens of the bridges
And those soldiers over bay
Dying of bombs less louder
Than the men they slay
Once i had a beautiful dress
Soaked in victory wine
Resembling that tempting feeling
To tear you apart and make mine
But that dress was torn from the town
Town torched by those men
Elliott Smith whispered again
"why are here? For some plan?"
Now i see the younger door
Hanging from a mine
Skinny and anxious waiting for someone
Hinting that brief smile
Never before has he smiled

The shape slides off in every second
The haste shift of my mood with odd friend
Tired of the sunshine sinking on a sullen breath
Please let me touch you in relevance

Consider me
What is the point in believing that soil is falling?
When the earth flirts with my sins and innocence unleashes, unhinges
And then consider me
For i will kiss you properly
Then consider me
For then i will hold you properly

Swans floating with tears dripping
Springs in far distinct veiled galaxies
For it is dark not because i want it to be
Because no kindness is ever lurked with quiet and gentle symphony

Consider me
What is the point in burning pile of pride?
When the water mocks the wood and names it unredeemable and crude
And then consider me
For i will love you properly
And then consider me
For i will feel you properly

Paradigm i would hold you properly and gently
The tale would hate her page and beg us to be born free
Plead the same we wish our results might be
But oh lover, i could feel the burning breeze
But oh lover, i could feel the willow disintegrating

Now see the door hanging from a mile
Its pass the ash tray of promises for sweet divine
The change from a creature of crime
The beast of yesterday's oil soaked with victory wine
The change from devoured limbs numb to ride
To finally the door leading to pride

Does it help to linger in barren soil where none laid before and sail with the captors of our happiness?

The last of the folded star's light
Dines with a knife in someone's kitchen, once
The silver glow blinds nobody else but the silverware
She waits all too much for that night, that glow
She can't wait and travels east of east in all sums
On the train she finds kites and ribbons hung to cupid, the voice
Who asks "what ere sunrise does not look liberating to your misery?"
The knife doesn't matter to them, the sharpness hollows
Deepens the whisper among the sooth
Makes shifts to riches of cupid and his whispering winds
She leaves for east
Too long she longed east
Nothing felt, nothing sung, nothing bled, nothing called
At the edge of the world she says
"Call out your name love, it won't be long"

Romance is only shred human in our love

I feel that late run in the bones of her
It dreams and screams like a little kid with bare skin

The chivalry,
"May we dance?"
The knights were dancing in arms
Then stabbed their ladies and switched places in the sweetest of waltz

The bliss in for the morning
Really pushed you over my space
Negligence and 'Bye' sounding
"Put the money in" and this he says

The lights don't flicker or twist
Rain water slows and it gets ever so cold
The valiant queue fades in the mist
He kills you ,steals that you once sold

Forgive me, hera
There wasn't any way
Please send your lame little mirrors
I need to show how you looked

Lines for buses or just the heat index
The quick glance at my wrist,it's time
The breeze stopped gushing for the best
The ground wasn't as dry or sublime

Sirens in lane like crime wasn't born yet
"I'll work the nightshift" and for true love
"Agony Aunt was burnt alone", you bet?
I left my dreadful seat for a run

And i ran to my rescue
Far away from worldly affairs and fear
The gun the gun the gun
That the bad men used as i slowly ran away from you

At the distance of the high autumn requiem
The diary was all he had, unfolded
Words and distinct meaning of the fierce
Wrath of that distinction is that of her

The wrath is the warmth of the morning
It is the sweater from a heart that wishes solitude of good fortune
Fortune so twisted in knaves of his command
It is o'er the blood of blues to imagine him

Leave him, cause a deary heart is too dreamy
Dreamy and flirty, it might ruin this autumn
But a soul is broken if only the rule isn't pretty
The rule was over death but was no more

This feast is neither tasty and nor is it poison
Neither is the epitome of oppression nor power
Neither the women nor the demon
It is the most of him with empty will of existence

So leave me for good as i don't own him
Is the night the sunny day without the eyes
Or is it the vengeance of the god to make me die
Without a last dream.

The empty glitters that rise in doubt
Without the blue of scraping through
The art of kindness in their mind,if any
Was flaunt of being so close to beauty

High on highness that tempts the blee
Toxicity and then closed sealed remorse
Nerves that raise the cliché state,if any
Were far-fetched in the very best of least

Harsh of tolerance and reluctant of interest
Still these glitters rise in doubt to be
Something close to wonder,if any
Were left that we didn't doom instantly

Driving so keenly,
glancing at the back
Oh I see you comfortable there,
unlike my past

On the road of the town,
gently unspoken
Raging against my luck,
but celebrating for this win

Remorse of this shyness,
dreamt inside so pretty
I can't hold you down easy,
my arms are already heavy

On this light so bright,
I count the glitters that fit
Because my own is not sure,
if she buys it

Bleak in your highness, i disagree
Remember the shrine of drunken hades,
Kind in species of the honest spies
Like the dead Hephaestion, Alexander's lover.

So fine love is, sweet to ceto and the sea
Dancing in shadows of the high lords
Is a lonesome girl, without any lover or trust
A girl with childrens of blood and death, Medusa

"Feel so cheated by love "said Amphitrite
Its not her fault but is, as she loved the lonesome ocean
She fancy the misery of Oizys and the darkness of Nyx
Because the rule is pretty

The winter is long and dark as the moon stares down the earth
He glides over clouds to peak at the gods heart but it was black and burned,  
He sensed the way to reach glory along with flowers and gingerwine
But troubled with the heart of gods, his tongue was nervous as words might slip and yeild his hidden sin
The lonesome moon met my gods and prayed to their souls but senses were not dead for the eye
They said" it was heavy"

I have been sailing away my own true love
I have been sailing away since morning.
Though my hands were tied and skin lost its grip,
Though my eyes that burn were blind in faith.

I have been sailing away my own true love
I have been sailing away till dark
Oh, My body was broken and they trudged up my soul
They slayed my heart but it was tear-downed by hope.

I have been sailing away my own true love
I will sail away until you show up.
Oh ,Light in the beacon is a light for all,
Light in the wrong one is only a sin for gods.

I have been sailing away my own true love
I will sail away until you show up.
Oh, fear is a place where dogs shrink away,
Not for their temptations or sharpness but their ability to pray.

I sailed away my lost true love
I sailed away waiting.
Oh my love it's fine,it's all over now
Let's sail away without home.

I shout to the clouds of the torned-up town,
They said they were hefty so my endeavors drowned.
The town was drunk to a hallucinated sin,
Like a soul on the swing disturbed by his molested scene.

Obnoxiously lamping the soil to bury the truths,
My wretched life shrieked to the hanged forbidden riots,
Their voices were shut and gits were rolled  out,
The hanging symphony of death left no shadow by their houses.

The people chatter about my soul but couldn't see me dead
I had currency without having a single blood drop by my armor
The thickness of my blood was Humorous for very soil where my grave lied
My heart was stuck  by this symphony named  Dulori
But no love I could recall her senses or tongue could  let loose
A woman who made me bled because she thinks I slayed her

A fine old village with a family but no answer to a phase
The abuse is the only refinement her endeavors could ever dream
A radical thing about her heart  was doomed with a shadow without a glance
I loved the sense of her feel that I never touched completely
A love that wasn't full of clouds or breeze that I adore
But struggle of the pain crawled to very eye of me
Telling me to never stop loving her
Here I rest, a poet romanticizing a single word she quoted
"No...."(with no desire, dulori)