they took my hidey-hole
the ******* *******.
rolling up bass
thumpin to the groove
of a blunt rap.
h'rghroth's testament
to summer tours
and turnin up till four.
the land I love
the most
(....well,
maybe not quite that,
but something.)

You were a Nightmare Last Night.
I was hunted by those awful memories we had,
and it isn’t right.
Everyday, I hate you more and I shouldn’t.
But I cant help myself.

Your image is as vivid as crystal clear in my mind
and I couldn’t find the courage to erase it.
Your fake smiles and stupid lies,
it’s all disgusting.

What I want now is for you to leave my thoughts
so that I could start a brand new life.
I don’t wanna be trapped with bitterness forever.

He who we looked up to
who is everyone's favorite guy
who walks tall and proud
who knows not how we rely on him
whose eyes have always sparkled
is cracked and broken
who trails stars the real kind behind him
who speaks words that could fly if he let them free
whose footsteps grow orchids in his wake
is poetry that cannot be spoken
is hiding behind his mindless joking
who never hid behind his cloak
is dark
is a garden of hope looking really stark
is hiding hurt
a bubbling soul now lies inert
is cracked
will nothing ever bring him back
is rain and shine and colorful days
who has the most amazing smile
is on the top of a building
not hearing
people who love him plead for him to come down
**so he does

You lie down in bed,
Feeling the presence of the dead,
They moan and groan,
Their fingers as cold as stone
clawing at your bare skin.

They beg for your soul,
As they now have no other after life goal,
They wish to be you,
Able to chew and to put on a new pair of shoes,
Oh so lucky you are to be alive.

They tug at your hair,
and at all the cloths you wear,
They all have grim faces,
Each from different places,
All dead,
At least that is what they said.

They want to live,
Like you and me,
They no longer want to strive,
This endless destiny.

One day they might,
Maybe even as I write,
They may just break free,
and live on for eternity,
In *heaven.

If
I get another chance to love you,

No I won't demand surprises,
I won't seek for attention,
I won't crave for excitement.

No there won't be ***,
there won't be ego,
there won't be pride.

Yes I will be contented
with you.
Just you.

I miss you.
Just you.

If,
I get another chance to love you.

You said you don't know
That's irresponsible.

But how can I blame you
or judge you
or condemn you

When I am in the same insane state.

After we dined, showered, and made love,
You fell asleep, on the left side of the bed.
Though tired too, well, I like to watch
Your face as it moves
When you breathe
(your chest rises too,
And sometimes you twitch,
And honestly, I find it cute).

And as I watch you here,
My one and only
Who lights up at the sight of me
And has already decided the names of our children,
And already loves them
Just as much as he loves me,

I wonder, my darling,

When the love will run

Out