The day I met you,
I wanted to be yours,
I wanted you to be mine,
I fell in love with you,
My world seemed to change,
In a way, it never had before,
My world was a broken clock,
But when I met you,
My world became the Cascades of wonder and possibilities,
The day you said "I love you,"
Was the day I knew,
You are the one for me,
I am not used to being treated,
In a wonderful way, you treat me,
People I dated in the Past treated me like an object,
To move at their own whim,
You treat me like a human,
An equal,
You love me in ways,
I never knew possible,
I opened myself up to you,
In ways, I thought long gone,  
I hope,
To be yours in eternity.

Paint my eyes with hues of purple.
Cake my lips in black.
Dye my hair blue and call me a maniac.
Tie a rose to my neck, the colour of blood shall do.
Thick black eyeliner is far overdue.
I'm not terribly depressed.
I just enjoy the peace found in death.
I'm not that messed up.
Yet stories of torture are so beautiful and dark.
I love a haunting piano-based tune.
But screaming is just as elegant too...

When I wake before her
I set a *** of coffee
and let my ears catch gunshots

They say the old don’t sleep
that their lives sit too heavy in their heads
volumes full of names they’ve forgotten
and people outlived

At the edge of town hunters drag in doe
They are bulls towing a plow through ash
and bones

I am a boy at daggers with being
and I tell her I know nothing anymore

When she yawned it wasn’t sleep pulling at her
it was her dreams

The Requiem For The Alive People From Dead People

You the ones walking under the light of sun,
Who live as if never die someday!
Do you think that you are God, immortal?
The creatures consisting of flesh and blood,
You do not know the spirit in you.

We are the ones whose faces are forgetten,
Whose voices are lost in silence of dark.
The cold land covers our skin,
Sweat fulls our lungs in deep graves,
While the sun makes your skin darker,
And you lie on the land which swallows us.

Once upon a time, we were more alive than you.
You think that the death is eternal dream, eternal sleep.
But we witness that it is not.
It is nothingness what you examine all the times.
There is no word and dream here.
Everything is quite simple, quite basic.

The religions you created and the heaven or hell you imagine,
We don’t know what they are, where they are.
The sins which you like to list,
The myths and imaginations of heaven you dreadfully wish,
We were lost when we had been looking for them.
Symbol of the divine, the LIGHT,
We don’t know what it is anymore, we can’t see it anymore.

Mothers and fathers and the rapers and murderers,
You are all the same, no difference between you.
You gave us the life, you took life from us.
The responsibles of our death and sufferings
Are just you, not any other person.
We never had a choice to select.

The birth of human is the death of the human.
Pleasure you take from *** and the sin,
For your happiness, we suffer.
And your God is not here to judge us.
Neither is the devil here.

We did not die when they stabbed us,
Or shot us from the heart.
The diseases could not **** us,
As you did by forgetting us.
By burying us to the chest of cold land.
We would have prefered to be ash,
To be able to be in the heart of nature.
Maybe we would have wandered around you,
As silent and invisible ghosts.
We would be kissing you from the cheek,
Touching your face, caring your hairs.
But these things are what you buried into the darkness.

You had no pity on us while burying us with shovel.
The grave stone became your chest where we had cried,
The roots and worms are our new friends,
And to us, they are closer than you were.
Our corpses were not only flesh but also emotions and regrets.
They were our stories, our memories.