i can feel my hear beat
for you drugs have gotten the best of me laying in bed with you is as lonely as my nights alone its borderline if not pathetic how many times i pick up the phone they say 'no answer is an answer' but it isn't fair your're so emotionless so maybe i'm not that hard to miss there's a line in a song that says "broken hearts are made for two" and it kinda reminded me of me and you i wonder if you remember things as vividly as i do funny that it's always been all about you from the start i would've never responded if I knew **** would get this far gone so far gone cause i remember lying on your chest listening to the rhythm of your heart, but you'd never notice that – and that's what will always set us apart
final option: exit in sight
shall i walk this way? rachel, eva and samuel being in the room my tribewords for what i consider family final option: exit in sight shall i walk this way? while you are remaining in this room of memories while samuel is crying while eva is sobbing rachel - dem kid's mother - being desperate you know what rachel? we are akin to each other like characters in sentences: dots unlike the undertones of exclamation marks and exclamation points samuel is crying eva is sobbing cause you guys are in another city far away you sent me a message: "i have to protect the children" tell me: from whom? from what? estimate: how many fathers does a child have? spell out how man and woman wife and husband become able to defend and favor their shadows lips and wishes is there any meaning? am i flaying my skin daily? i am not a snake i am darkness and light like the rest of us bizarre billions made of languages moral values religions do i have to skin myself daily? does this have to mean even a bit? i don't know bambina but i am sensing that we are ONE: blood boomerangs bound boomerangs bound blood blood bound and boomerangs the devil cracked our bound he grinned and said: "my lost son i am looking at you: a man full of doubts ain't no thang though i am confirming on oath: i will be getting rid of your doubts colorfully they will be gone we just need a gimmick hereby i am passing on the golden goblet to you there is some stuff in it to be found in lies and magic" young jeezy (me ok) harold hunter (kids, larry clark) falco (rock me amadeus) ali (mobster) dmx (my ******) fassbender (angst essen seele auf, in englisch: fear eats up your soul) robin williams (comedian?) benjamin von stuckrad-barre (writer and addict) whitney houston (who was really crying?) angelina jolie (in the land of milk and honey) sigmund freud (will you lead me to the origins of golem?) they daily drank from the goblet the list of my friends is long and enduring some of 'em died some continued to live some decayed with numb limbs in musty chambers closed curtains glossing ghosts above the head of west indian archie once a powerful gangster now a broke burnout but this is one of many countless chapters my son ain't we good together boy? i am confirming on oath: i will be getting rid of your doubts colorfully they will be gone successful people drink from the goblet; they are in charge of their lifes my son the golden goblet is like heat in the coldness the golden goblet is like cooling down in the heat of the desert water purity nature and leaves chemistry and magic my friends are global my friends are cosmopolits by the time some lose the "r" on their path: they become fiends but this is one of many countless chapters my son ain't we good together boy? all cultures all religions all languages all my friends love the golden goblet more than themselves cause the golden goblet procures them dear deception all my friends don't love themselves anymore but the golden goblet all my friends don't love themselves anymore but the golden goblet devils hang out beyond rehab centres they listen to the conversations of addicts they want to figure out their weaknesses analyze and exploit them devil flapped his arms high up in the skies cheating god's position between trees and snowwhite castles in bavaria a state of germany while the devil was listening to the addicts he held the golden goblet under the moon's reflections thereupon the golden goblet was ablazed with light like a constellation superior to the earthly ghosts of weakness the golden goblet sparkled the addicts perceived it as children perceive candy as teenagers perceive the defeatable supremacy of grown-ups they perceived the sparkling as if you were listening to your favourite song addiction is emotional addiction is the blind quest for meaning the golden goblet twinkled over the roofs of the bavarian rehab centre and one of the addicts a young woman looked up into the blackness of heaven frankly speaking it was sparkling everywhere the woman suddenly thought: i have twins i worked as a ******* i am not permitted to see my kids in deliverances she spoke: "i was a *****" "i have twins" "i order 'em precious clothes" a sheen coming from the devil's pupil as she expressed her fate she sighed and said: "nut doc give me prescription... first i don't wanna take 'em ***** though they called (...) and (...) and (...) and (...) after slinging though" she proceeded with a shivering voice " my feeling like gold" her mouth opened widely as if she was hungry golden sheen a darkred eyebrow vibrating ****** bald head full of holes scars blood since the beginning of memorizing devil has been breeding horror: not to mention the death of g.t. leaving parents in a daze not to mention the death of a.k. leaving siblings in a daze not to mention when a mother passed away: t.z. leaving children in a daze since day one devil has been embroiled in torment born from the fight of brightness and night the creature awoke only in darkness hidden by the star's twilight beyond distances we recognize him when he is far away from us like glorified past on earth though he embodies the shape of human beings to be between us to expose our weaknesses that's his guzzling his brew and his - blessing our failing strenghtens him he be muscle our illness strenghtens him he be tizzop
Today is a good day.
Lovers do come and lovers do go,
Presence be fleeting before they disappear, Through the beats of my heart's to and fro, And I dream dreams of Hemingway and Shakespeare. Dreams which I find no likeness when I wake, Dreams that are better to be forgotten for my own sake. *** forma dilapsus amor Indeed indeed there has been time for dreams Dreams of the deeds and feats of you and me Dreams of figments that tear me apart at the seams Dreams of the fanciful and redeeming “we” But dreams are ****** to remain mere dreams Cursed with the promise of pyrite’s gleams *** forma dilapsus amor A thousand little words left unsaid, A thousand petty fears unrestrained, That coalesce into a half empty bed, Which may leave while I stay chained. Dreaming of faceless figures; whoever they may be, I do not think that they may dream of me. *** forma dilapsus amor They surely dream of such pretty things Of love and fate; not lust and chance Of handsome men and diamond rings Of futures past our temporary dalliance Never turning to any thought of me Fantastical loves but never one given in reality *** forma dilapsus amor Tired lines are painted across my forehead, Tattoos fade to grey, losing shape and matter, Body aching and waiting in a half empty bed, Ears ringing as old dreams now collapse and shatter. No sounds of cries nor hushed prayers Save my own, that fill the cold desolate air. *** forma dilapsus amor
I risked the life of mine
To see you smile I chanced everything To be there when you needed me I paid no heed to authority To be at your command I gave you my all Everything you ever wanted Hoping you'd be mine someday Who am I to blame you When I got my hopes up so high That we'd ever be more than friends Stripped of everything I once had Now I am the one With nothing more to give Confined to misery Alone in utter darkness How was I to know That trying to win you over I had become your prisoner
Woven smiles collect
euthanasia on the ones who cant voice through desperation. She collects the ones death, tears upon. For he pauses where she shows empathy upon silence.
Even death has feelings, so his sister shows empathy upon those who need it but haven't reached the final chime of life's clock
high sunken anoxic breathing to feel all nothing between whispers vague photographs i am whole fractured stitched seamless demand to come ******* love me hate you we want pleasure pain knowledge ignorance something
PHYSICAL EMOTIONAL CONDITION A MIND A LIFE A SOUL WITHOUT SATISFACTION
We walk at the beat
We rebel against our own heartbeat We see no reason for living And clearly the only thing we do is giving love to those around us We live for the joy on other faces filling in their black spaces Pushing back the terrors from past memories We do not understand how you could not have been loved How nobody saw the sadness in your smile the happiness in your tears. How could you live without somebody telling you You look beautiful You are worth much more than the room you take in this cold room We fail to see your mask you held up for so long We see your walk Your desparation We embrace the evil within We do not fear what we can't see But it makes us go It keeps us awake This is the walk of desparation we always take.
Desparation is about seeing peoples pain but also the hope and good you can do by helping and talking