There are empty spaces
everywhere I look,
they are filled with the
shadows of my regret.
the torturing eyes of my
profound past
haunt me like
a lost love left behind.
I plea to simper times
to grant me the honesty
and path that I deserve.
I have too many questions
and no answers
so I walk around with a
heavy head and a
weighty heart.
Its a beast of a burden
but not enough for anyone
to write a song about
so I stand here
and look into the
empty spaces around me
and know that the shadow closing in
will soon consume me.

Why do I try to love the thorns
when all they do is *****?
Why do I stand and take the pain
knowing my skin's not thick?
Am I cursed or have I asked
to be one amidst chaos?
Is life truly better than this
or do I wish to slay us?
The sides of me, we bicker --
we fight and hate and love
and yet there is no other
to share our inner curve...
You can think or feel many things
but what purpose does it serve?
If hell always follows
then what do I deserve?
Paths are chosen day by day
and it's sad that I believe
in the thorns inside the garden
that only hurt and deceived.

Do we run because we're lonely
or did we choose to forget
all the **** we've both seen --
we felt it bit by bit.
And love is not a word I know --
so I don't know how to say..
I see the shades within you
and I feel mine fade away.
You know not the power --
but yet you're not naive...
so tell me why you're crying
when no one dares to see?
I see your inner hollow...
because I share it too;
so can't it once be possible
to change from black and blue?
Can we both refill it?
Slowly -- within time.
Or are we still just wasting
our memories, hearts, and lines...?

Body

Body

We drag our boxes alongside our hopes with sighs as breath,  and thoughts for reality. We all bought it, but do we really want it? Our dry mouths hidden by wry smiles. This is what I want!-we shout back to the voices in our head- We hope,pray even!

when someone bids goodbye
then i plead them to stay
and try to make a way

deep in my heart i respect their choice
but these tears are not of joy
and i will surely miss that voice

no more artsy man of the group
and four of them are left
i wish everything is back on loop

when someone commands me to do stuff
deciding to follow mine or theirs
leaves me, making it more tough

if i followed their option for me
i won't feel like i want to flee
they know what is good for me
yet i ignored it and followed mine

now here i am sticking to my plan
others pointed out the risks
making me **** out from this world

yet i have five angels
saving and cheering me up
i have two kind-hearted friends
with their shoulders to cry on
though i want to be gone

(k.l.)

Waiting for the sun in the morning blunderbusstop eye lids and red lips
Couldn't hide her hip's sway
The way a ***** plays
in the moonlight. What a sight .
I'm hurt
I've been cursed,
the wind won't take me
It seems to be bleeding
Exquisite taste in rich sarcasm
Won't you take this ****** away from me before I cave.
In another ceremony we both lived
and cared for the earth,
Unbroken.

"The winds not blowing your direction anymore baby?"

Maybe I just dropped my sail.