Thousands of years ago, a vile beast was born.
It promised prosperity and happines. If only they had known
that this beast was only hiding it's true face behind a mask,
we wouldn't live this torment thousands of years past.

But a prophecy was written. An old, wise man once said;
"The time will come when man will overcome their dread.
It will be then when the Titan awakens from its sleep,
and send the evil beast to hell. So, so very deep."

Even to this present day the beast is still alive.
Breeding on, its power threatens all of mankind,
but the day has come when we shall fight the beast.
We shall not fear it anymore. Not even the least.

Raise your banners! Raise your fists!
Demand a world where we can live.
Fight for freedom! Fight for justice!
Awaken the Titan from its slumber.

The time has come to end this suffering.
The Titan in us lies deep within.
Open your eyes, and let it guide you
to a new world where we all live in peace.

It flew
away from me,
just like my broken dreams.

Most people are afraid of dying.
I must say I am not.
Death doesn't scare me. It's only natural.
Nothing lives forever.

There is one thing I'm afraid of, though.
I'm afraid of not achieving anything before I die.
Afraid of not being able to say goodbye.
Afraid of not having a chance to take care of the ones I love.

We take our lives for granted,
and don't even wave at days passing us by.
I'm not afraid of dying. It's only natural.
When I go, don't cry for me.
Please, just celebrate my life.

Values   are not to be preached,
but to be   **practiced.

Tu cuerpo dibuja las olas en la arena
Tus caderas van y vienen con un ritmo interrumpido por la espuma del mar
Tus labios tan salados como el agua en la que nado
Tu canto irreal como las sirenas de leyenda
Tus manos me aprehenden como el pulpo a su presa
Tus piernas me envuelven como el alga al coral

Navego lentamente hacia mar abierto
Atrás quedó la seguridad de la bahía
Yo capitán y tú tormenta
Azotas mi navío con violencia
Me lanzas a las frías e imperdonables aguas de tu océano
Atrás quedó la seguridad de la bahía
El agua de tu **** inunda mis sentidos y ahoga mi conciencia
Naufrago

Al despuntar el alba estás tú
Etérea en mi soledad
Efímera en esencia
Eterna en alta mar

A kiss...

A kiss is all it takes for me to want to taste your blood.
To want to see how it's shiny red looks on my bedroom wall.
Splatters of deep crimson drip from the window.

A touch...

A touch is all it takes for me to want to pierce your skin.
To want to draw patterns on my new canvas.
See my brush soaked up in this monotonous color.

A look...

A look is all it takes for me to want to play with you.
To want to hurt and ****** every part of you.
Be my rag doll. Entertain my sadist lust.

A word...**

A word is all it takes for me to want to start the show.
To want to show you what I'm capable of.
To start I have to be the one you love.

I'm lying down, staring at the sky
thinking about my future, present and past.
The days gone by, and the ones to come.
But those by your side have been the best of them all.

I try to find your face in the stars.
I try to hear your voice in the wind.
I try to feel your touch, I try to feel your warmth.
I sometimes wonder if you'll ever come back.

Because I've really been missing you.
You know that I'm needing you.
Please, come down from the sky.

Would you turn into my shooting star?
Take me with you no matter how far.
Make my wish come true. Don't ever leave me again.
Open your wings, and lets fly far away.

The place where we met.
The place where I fell in love.
The place where I cry.

As the train comes
I feel that I'm being pushed.

Wake up again.
Sleep in my eyes, empty bottles beside me.
Memory fails.
Girl, remind me, what's your name again.
Last night was fun,
but why do I still feel this pain inside me?
I can't go on
living this life outside myself.

Tear up this place
built upon layers of hurt and agony.
Burn it away.
Leave no traces of it ever being there.
Break out from here.
Roam and wander for a better place for me.
Got to be free.
Break me free from this chain.

Press the knife against my skin.
Pull the trigger.
Kick the chair I'm standing in.
Air gets thinner.

Can't keep on living this hell.
Gotta end it before it turns unreal.
**** me now before I go insane.
It's time to throw this life away.

Since you've been gone
I've been getting closer to insanity.
This ****** love
kept me far away from reality.
More ***** and drugs.
I need to find my fantasy again.
***, rock and roll
should be the life for me.

Press the knife against my skin.
Pull the trigger.
Kick the chair I'm standing in.
Air gets thinner.

Can't keep on living this hell.
Gotta end it before it turns unreal.
**** me now before I go insane.
It's time to throw this life away.

I don't know how to smile. That is a fact.
But when I'm with you, babe, my lips draw a perfect smile.
It might be the sweet words you say.
It might be how you make me feel inside,
but whatever the reason might be, it is you who makes me smile.

This day I have to confess
that I once loved you so much.
I once cared for you,
but that is no more.

I used to have illusions.
I used to have a goal,
but you so cowardly destroyed them.
Now they are no more.

The years we spent together.
The loving that we shared.
What ever happened to it?
Why did it have to change?

You used to be supportive.
You used to be so proud.
Now you judge the steps I take,
the things I say out loud.

The only thing I ask of you
is to come back the way you were,
for I want this pain I feel,
I want it to be no more.

You* always comes before *I
You always comes before I
You always comes before I
You always come before *I

No me gusta tu sonrisa
ni tus ojos
ni tu pelo
No me gusta tu mirada
ni tu tacto
ni tu cuerpo
No me gustan tus palabras
ni tu risa
ni tu llanto
No me gustan los clichés
que ya tanto
se han contado

Me gusta ver el sueño
que aún pasea por tus ojos
Me gusta la explosión
de carcajadas en tu rostro
Me gusta la pasión
con la que escuchas tus canciones
Me gustan tus eructos
resonando en los salones

Me gusta la poesía
que redactas tan vilmente
Me gusta la tormenta
que desatas en tu mente
Me gusta tu perfume
de cervezas y tabaco
Me gusta el sentimiento
que te invade a cada rato

Me gusta cuando bailas
con la música en el alma
Me gusta cuando conduces
y pierdes la calma
Me gusta cuando te aíslas
y eres tú tu propio mundo
Me gusta cuando hablas
cuando yo me quedo mudo

Me gustas tú, serena
Me gustas tú, exaltada
Me gustas tú en mis brazos
y si no te gusto nada
Me gustas tú en poemas
Me gustas tú en mis rimas
Me gustas tú, imperfecta
Me gustas tú, prístina

We've all done some stupid things throughout our lives.
These stupid things have hurt others, and in retrospect we can only feel guilty for having done so.
But I say, don't feel guilty.
**** happens. Move on.

We can't fix what's done.
As far as I know time machines haven't been invented yet
so stop worrying about what you've done.
Instead learn from that mistake.
Let it turn you into a better and improved you.

We live in the now, as much as we'd like to go back.
Enjoy the moment.
Learn from the past.
Envision your future.
After all, the only thing that matters about our past, is where it takes us.

Everything was easier when I hated you.
Everything was simpler without love.
Everything was better without being whole.
Everything was easier. Now it's not.

Everything was easier when I hated you.
I wrote and wrote about how I felt.
Now my pen is dry, and inspiration lacks.
I wish that I could hate you again.

My purpose was to show you I was better...
better person than you'd ever be.
Now we are both equals living our own lives.
Hating you was really good for me.

Everything was easier when I hated you.
Made me want to be the best I could.
Now my life is wasting on this wretched poem
as my mind can't seem to forget you.

A broken heart won't
change what your love has done for
me to be myself.

I spend my days thinking about us.
About how we met, how we fell in love,
and even though you're not here by my side
I'm glad to say you belong in my heart.

When we fist met I had an open wound
from a broken heart, from a love untrue.
I didn't have the strength to even feel alive;
the wound had been there for a very long time.

I cried and cried untill my eyes went dry.
I screamed for help, but no one gave a ****.
The months went by, and still the wound would bleed.
It seemed to me it wasn't going to heal.

Untill one day I finally found the light.
The pain was gone. You drew in my face a smile.
"Is this a dream or is this all real?"
It wasn't a dream. The wound started to heal.

So now as you read this I wanted to say
thank you for bringing me into the light again.
I'll soon be with you, dear. I promise you that,
and know that no distance will tear us appart.

**** me, I beg. Take away my last breath.
Be quick. Shed no tears. Give me a painless death.
I got nothing to do, I got nothing to give.
This is just a lie I don't want to live.

Shoot me. I'm dead. Feel my pulse as it fades out.
Bury me far away so no one knows my whereabouts.
Don't turn the hourglass, as it won't make a difference,
and if you cry for me, please, do it in silence.

Send me to the place I'm longing to reach.
Life is just ******* on me like a leech.
Please, make true my only desire.
I don't want to burn in this pagan fire.

The light I once sought was nowhere to be found.
The darkness, instead, was all around.
My spirit was crushed. My will grew weaker.
I couldn't see the light... not even a flicker.

So **** me, I beg. Take this life from me,
but don't dispose of it. Keep it with thee.
The symphony of the mermaids was meant to be heard,
and so is my story. Tell it to the world.

We met some time ago in a very unusual place.
You were the first one to say hello, and give a small compliment.
When I turned and saw you, I knew you were unlike anybody else.
Those blue eyes of yours had a story to tell.

So we talked and we laughed, and we shared some thoughts.
We liked the same things. Heavy metal and such.
Poetry, literature, all kinds of art.
You were slowly digging your way to my heart.

I was hesitant about what I wanted to do.
I wasn't looking for anything, but along came you.
It was the right time. You were the right person.
You just gave me everything I wasn't looking for.

And I built up the courage to speak out my heart
not knowing what you felt for me at the time.
So I said what I felt. I said "I love you".
You just added a word to make it "I love you too".

That is the way our story began,
and it's still going on. I hope it gets far.
Despite all the bumps we find in our way
I promised I'd love you forever and always.

Beauty is all I see in her.
The little spark in her eyes,
the subtle wickedness of her smile,
the frailty of her white skin,
and, yes, even her scars.

"What's beautiful about her scars?"- you ask.
Well, what's beautiful about them is the story they tell.

A story of a little girl stricken by misfortune.
Uncapable of looking out for herself,
growing away from the ones who should protect her.
Hit by the alcoholism of her mother, and the drug abuse of her father.
Forced to live in a home where love was scarcely seen.

She couldn't see an exit. She couldn't find a friend.
All she had was the pain in her heart, and a rusty blade in her hand.
Pressed it against her skin, drawing a line of blood.
Relief.
Freedom.

But time passed by, and she learned about her mistake.
She found a better way. She found a better friend.
This expierence left something behind though.
Something she now lives by everyday.
A humble heart, capable of loving and forgiving,
and the lust for life she had seeked for too long.

So go ahead, point your finger at me, and yell "There's the guy with the girl full of scars!".
I won't mind for I see beyond these scars.
Memories of a battle fought and won.
Forget about the past, but remember where you're from.

Close your eyes, dear brother,
and I will hold your hand.
We are all here with you.
I know you understand.

Close your eyes, dear brother,
and forget about the pain.
It's not about what we lose,
it's about what we gain.

Close your eyes, dear brother.
Don't you worry about us.
We know you are watching from above,
and singing without pause.

Close your eyes, dear brother,
and dream of a better place.
I will never forget the smiles
you put upon my face.

Close your eyes, dear brother.
You still are here with us.
You live now in our hearts and minds.
You are always in our thoughts.

Close your eyes, dear brother,
and rest forever more.
You are now in a better place,
but we still claim for an encore.

I go to bed thinking about you.
Thinking about what you said,
what you did,
what we were.
Why can't things be like they were a week ago?
No tears, no pain, still us.

Now I don't know where I stand.
Should I go back or should I keep walking forward?
Should I risk my heart for something uncertain?

Truth is my heart's still with you.
Question is, will you break it again?

I can't bring myself to say never more,
but I also can't find the strength to ask for one more time.

I'm confused. I'm hurt. I'm in love.
Distance was what killed us.

I don't know if I can trust this way.

Today I live in fear

I woke up afraid of the same pillow that comforted me last night
It felt as if my dreams had been soaked up by it
My thoughts dripping out of my ear, one by one, dampening the cloth with which it's covered
My bed wanted me to stay, to lay away forever
Prevent me from going anywhere, pulling me towards it
I was a discarded piece of metal being pulled by the giant magnet that would take me to the dumpster to be crushed next to my scrap brethren
I am afraid of the wind blown from my fan
The cold on my skin burns as my sheets hold me tightly in place
I'm afraid to get out, to step on the floor, one foot at a time
To sit up and gag
To stand up and throw up all the regret, the unspoken words, the tears I so cowardly saved to myself for all these years
The 9 beers and 1 tequila shot
I'm afraid to text you
I'm afraid there will be no reply, the silence, the distance
What is said and what is not
What I know, what you won't fix
I'm afraid of losing this game
I'm afraid of playing my next hand, to look at the cards I've been dealt and find nothing other than hopelessness at the lack of anything good
I'm afraid to write this poem, to let my words gang up on me, and beat me up mercilessly as I can only type on and cry out your name
I'm afarid I won't be here tomorrow
I'm afraid you won't
I'm afraid to be here right now, as I was afraid yesterday
Afraid of the new year
Afraid of our Christmas dinner
Afraid of us, of everyone, of no one
I'm afraid of being alive, dancing in this graveyard of broken dream, of complaints and looking at the floor unable to gaze upon my very own dissapointments
I'm afraid to admit I am worthless, but also afraid to do anything about it
I'm afraid to be everything you were looking for, and missing the mark completely
I'm afraid that I'll hurt you, and that I commited a sin I don't regret
Like Jesus I hang nailed to my own cross by the acts I commited and ommited, while words spurt out of my wonds and into this text screen, as I terrifyingly try to tell myself, it will be ok
I'm afraid it will be ok

Today I live in fear
But I guess I live