I let the stars to fall on his arms To give his eyes a very gentle kiss. I looked at him and thought: I would fight for him a hundred storms. And everything that he has, I will miss. His touch on my skin's like from another dream. I don't care if this moon is jealous of us. All I can think of: is he even real? And wonder how every my minus turns to his plus. I won't call it love, perhaps it's too loud, To scream about the thing that is much sacred to yell for. But when all of them shout we're those who're misproud. They're just afraid of the truth, nothing less, nothing more. Imagine, he's the one who can appease my hellfire. And speak to my soul, when others think there is none. Among all the kings, it's him who can simply inspire, To give them pure love or fire them up with the gun. Wouldn't be a mystery how he can be best at my worst, How all the evil bows on its knees, when he gives them a look To those mortals who bet either we're blessed or we're cursed, And my pain is given by them, away he just took.
i sit and I ache waiting for something to happen. for anything to happen. sometimes I wake up and the room is spinning and there's something in the corner of my room send someone anyone i just want to experience something warm agai n
Here I am; Cursed. With all these songs to dance along. With the rain drenching the ground. Standing alone Here In the cemetery; Confused. Should I sway along to the melody? Or Should I mourn over the loss of the ideals I never had With the ghosts watching in front of me? Or maybe I could just leave them alone with themselves, Letting them rest in whatever state they are in. Still, I am here; Standing, Thinking, Cursing, Wishing My mind To rest.