" Look, sweet heart, a unicorn
munching away in the meadows"
If I could run like the unicorn,
If I could be dreamy in your eyes,
I believe I may be able sprint or fly,
be so happy without your scorn,
You are now the ghost that haunts,
every inch of my bleeding everything,
the wishful in my head that taunts,
ignorance is the reaper that death brings,
The smell of your hair still captivates,
the catch of my eyes upon your skin,
I'm pouring out blood from within,
my feelings have all but been replaced,
I need to find that green filled meadow,
my soul to enter this wonderful unicorn,
Find my freedom away from the darkness,
finally have a life that's full of bliss,
Sick and tired of insomnia,
I need to feel your euphoria,
gentle skin upon my hands,
take me into another land,
" Approach it slowly dear,
Pat it when it knows not to fear,
be gentle, scratch close to its ears"
Sitting in the creek,
having its bath,
reminds me of the bleak,
of which does last,
the unicorn softly grunts,
like a pencil that's blunt
I hear the sound of your gentle voice,
in upon the stormy thundering noise,
brings me joy and such soothing
of our laughter and me being coy.
Does he brings the smile to your dial,
or the laughter that made us stronger,
or is he the wail that will someday fail,
a greeting of arrogance to every meeting,
Happiness is an condition, due to flesh,
do we judge on the outside due to fresh,
we always do and the soul-ful suffers,
I wish I could find a gentle other,
I hear the singing of your sweet lips,
whenever I play back the video clips.
of our love and a family I could have provided,
now I'm left with an empty soul and nothing....
The melody's raw like a tooth is sore,
but those piercing eyes, too hard to deny,
flinching back, I have nothing to hold the slack,
your beautiful face is the thumping chest of race.
Your toes are like snow to be admired
Your hair's like a blow torch to be fired,
skin is so smooth a wolf wish devoured,
your voice is like a god's perfect choice,
Is the flame to blame or my useless shame,
Is your air to bare or the good times we shared,
Are eyes not lies when they say far from cries,
looking into souls we know like the watching crows.
I miss the sound of your sweet conversations,
and now my life is just another ruination,
pretend that his soul has that elegance,
when he's full of that........
**** this.
The paint fades from gutters,
like the color of my eyes,
watch before they flutter,
yellowing, I'm to die,
Looking forward to,
an emptiness sky,
I won't return to you,
this eagle has to fly,
I gave up on hope,
you tied the rope,
its so hard to cope
not even legal dope.....
So many languages,
so many translations
Je ne peux pas juste me détruire,
Je ne souhaite plus être
Some day you will return
once this soul has burned,
extinguished the torch
my feelings are getting worse,
The unicorn's silvery flight,
its eyes are flipping dimes,
the distance to my remnant,
every man answers his crimes,
Some day, I'll answer thee,
and I will not flee,
answer to the judge,
not be so begrudged....
There's a train, calling my name,
and a bus where I felt the lust,
bread crumbs of such hard crust,
and we pretend everything's the same,
The unicorn jumps around the field,
don't try to tame it as you never will,
but its my guiding hand and shield,
as it jumps around, we remain still.
White horse with the horn,
luscious as the corn fields,
a beast to not love the least,
golden is the horn of its crest.
There's an old saying that goes down with the moon,
fluttering the old wings of our old sky owls,
sooner or later we all answer to it soon,
demons we exist whether we have the fowls,
Dancing in the moonlight, is my little angel,
wearing the silvery of the bought bangles,
I'm proud as I teach but she's out of reach,
like the last time I traveled to the beach,
I'm sick and tired of...
A moon light shines and its to become,
demons beware of my custom,
I'm proud to be of both of the bible
and the Cain that killed........
A little white noise,
A little,
A little white noise
A little.....
I wish for my deathly family,
to reach the heavens,
I prayed and I prayed,
and all I copped was more death,
I'm trying to keep myself strong,
but the dire of the breathe,
why should I continue to belong,
I sing to the beat of my suicidal song,
There will always be a tragic romance,
to the beat of a modern day trance,
the fire to the empty streets,
slows down this song's beats,
I try and I try and I try, and I try and I try,
but this little boy's lost and then he died.
I place you on the unicorn,
it gallops around the field,
sweet-heart, you're giggling,
I can feel your gentle shield,
And my lover laughs in the distance,
at the unicorn with her sweet baby,
memories then blur, I'm lost between tides,
and this is when the wound opens so wide,
I always wished for, and it was granted,
never took for granted my once family,
every sin is judged and mine's the decree,
every soul I destroyed is buried in the sea,
Blued eyed unicorns bask in the summer light,
my little girl combs and rubs them till the night,
behind the ears and their gentle little bellies,
her sweet voice now becomes my end......
Your ghosts are my anchors.
This is about a man who longed for a family and imagines the scenario of moments with the wife & daughter he never had. This is only part one in a 6 or 7 part series.
