As my world crumbles
My soul aches
Trying to figure out
The woes of this reality
Which you nor i
Can ever change
Nor fix
Several times i ran
And ran and ran
And several times
I wished
We would stay asleep
Stop the time
And prayed to the gods
To freeze hell all over
But nothing worked
Still my heart is bludgeoned
Every time i see you smile
Everytime we are awake
Everytime the clocks are ticking
And everytime when the gods
Choose not to grant
This greedy rogue's wish

There's a hollow in my heart
That no rain
Nor amount of tears
Can ever fill
And I couldn't figure why
The lump on my throat
Heavy eyelids
Blank stares
Empty feelings
Dry eyelids
Even exist
As I stare to the rain
I always wish
I would also have the courage
To just go on and pour
Every drop
That my heart wants to let out
And ask the gods
To catch them
And give me signs
That the credits will arrive soon
And as i curl myself
I always wish
That someone would save
This little wrecked soul
From something which
She couldn't even recognize

you were there
……..slowly playing
…………..by the space
……………….and your colors
…………………..harmonize
……………………with my breath
…………………….inside you
……………………..like a psychedelic
……………………. kaleidoscope
……………………..you drifted
…………………….and slowly
……………………you were gone
………………….like a bubble
………………like a euphoria
…………..that suddenly
………became
a dysphoria

Do not offer your hand if you’re going to let go.
Do not offer your ear, if you’ll never listen.
Do not offer your heart, if you’re going to take it back someday.
Do not take someone else’s heart, if at the end of the day, you’ll just throw it away.
Do not build up trust, if someday you will just destroy it down.
Do not give hope, if it’s just going to be false.
Do not talk, if you’re just going to lie.
Do not live, if you believe you’ll just going to die.
Do not take risk, if you’re afraid to fail.
Do not give out, if you don’t want to lose it all.
Do not kiss and make out, if you don’t want to fall in love.
Do not touch the body, if you don’t intend to touch the soul.
Do not ask for somebody’s hand, if you’re going to let her dance alone.
Do not laugh, if others are going to cry.
Do not break, if others wouldn’t bend.
Do not make mess, if you’re not going to clean up.
Do not engage, if you want to be free.
Do not play with fire, if you don’t want to get burned.
Do not swim in the water, if you don’t want to drown.
Do not climb a tree, if you’re afraid to fall.
Do not go to the rooftop, if you’re easily jaded by heights.
Do not go to work, if you don’t want to get tired.
Do not settle, if you can’t be consistent.
Do not make a deal, if you can’t compromise.
Do not do sin, if you don’t want to pay the price.

All of these, you’re free to do
but let’s see, at the end of the day
WHAT MOLDED YOU

I closed my eyes
For a second you were there
Offering your hand, I took it
And we went to nowhere, somewhere i’ve never known of

I saw the silhouettes of lights
playing, flickering like the bits of fire
dancing around the burning wood
As I feel you drawing closer and closer

The silence was music
As we tread our slow waltz
And your skin chafe with mine
I feel our heartbeats haste

I opened my eyes
You disappeared, dissolved
I tried not to let go
But you were gone already

I failed to spare the moment
Sadly, I had to wake up from my dream
Move along
And go on with my life

When brain cells wouldn't work
The body couldn't sleep
The soul wants to eat
The mind floats
The flesh becomes weak

I am the love killer,
I am murdering the music we thought so special,
that blazed between us, over and over.
I am murdering me, where I kneeled at your kiss.
I am pushing knives through the hands
that created two into one.
Our hands do not bleed at this,
they lie still in their dishonor.
I am taking the boats of our beds
and swamping them, letting them cough on the sea
and choke on it and go down into nothing.
I am stuffing your mouth with your
promises and watching
you ***** them out upon my face.
The Camp we directed?
I have gassed the campers.

Now I am alone with the dead,
flying off bridges,
hurling myself like a beer can into the wastebasket.
I am flying like a single red rose,
leaving a jet stream
of solitude
and yet I feel nothing,
though I fly and hurl,
my insides are empty
and my face is as blank as a wall.

Shall I call the funeral director?
He could put our two bodies into one pink casket,
those bodies from before,
and someone might send flowers,
and someone might come to mourn
and it would be in the obits,
and people would know that something died,
is no more, speaks no more, won't even
drive a car again and all of that.

When a life is over,
the one you were living for,
where do you go?

I'll work nights.
I'll dance in the city.
I'll wear red for a burning.
I'll look at the Charles very carefully,
weraing its long legs of neon.
And the cars will go by.
The cars will go by.
And there'll be no scream
from the lady in the red dress
dancing on her own Ellis Island,
who turns in circles,
dancing alone
as the cars go by.