Second Sunday and the church bell is tolling.
A million black ghosts hover around you,
Perhaps finding the choke of white flowers consoling.
But I know their time of wilting will come soon enough.

How dare they
Bring me here.
A silent scream into the swirls of smoky incense,
Filling the hall with scents of ash and our youth together
For me, pouring just one glass would never make sense.
So they tell me, this will fade.
Don’t force it.
Wait your turn.
But I’d rather stay in your reality than their lies.
So I beg them:
“Please, let me burn.”

A comfortable bed, with the fine touch of feathers,

The warmth of heaven, where my body would meander,

I could dream of anything, anything at all
Of beauty, of lust, of bliss, of all
Of happiness I have always wanted to clasp
But with these worn-out hands, povery is all I can grasp

I can dream of nature, that is wishing to pass through me
Of the tying clouds, with each turn turning gloomy

My hands can wrap over all of the flowers
Each of their petal, with my touch in delight
But with my shattered eyes, all I can give them is fright

Only in my sleep, I become a dreamer
While I am awake, I feel worse than the reaper

My scent disgusts even the winds
That break upon me
Like my shattered dreams

And though my dreams and my comforts are all in a nap
The stale street and its cold is all I can have

Because when I see you, my chest does boB
"Love" is it? Can't figure of what to calL
Amidst friendship, in my heart you're a samarA.
Illuminated my dim life, conversing 'bout you and I,
Released I from gloom, chained I to laiR.

Many papers that i wrote
Sometimes about feelings, sometimes about the cloud
I send it from my heart to the dessert
Let sand choose the ways
Will it passed or be erased
But the ocean understand  
When the letter comes away
It's never be bored nor be late

The rain, falling softly on her skin
The pain, entering her lonely soul
Dark and gloomy, falling down a hole
In love, a tragic tale
Everything, smoke, mirrors, and blackmail
First, everything was fine
Living on cloud nine
One drunken night is all it takes
He made a few too many mistakes
She stayed, followed his commands
“Don’t you ******* tell” he demands
A painful strike across the face
She was a disgrace

Afraid to believe, afraid to confess
She was an angel in distress
All she needed was a knight
Too bad no one was in sight
A beautiful girl, everyone loved her
A sinister man, he was a saboteur
She wanted to leave him, to get out of there
All she needed was a sinner’s prayer
Too bad no one was in sight

its like i'm in a wooden box and i have no idea how to escape.
it isn't that i'm claustrophobic, but the demons want to play hide and seek,
but i have nowhere to hide.