Wide awake, I don't dream
Feels like I'm dying here
I just wanna scream

To the end, I march on
Singing along with the illuminated ones
They drain blood and we move on
Forget about the crying, we're keeping secrets
Just another day surviving in Babylon

We've done it now, we're so utterly ******
Can't stop love
Can't stop those corrupt
Just take a bow, play ignorant
We're already ******
So do what you can, make amends
And get ready for your punishment

The end is nigh
and we're all going to die
Don't even try stopping it
Or you'll surely regret it.

stolen amber nights
wrapped in your arms
underneath
the midsummer moon,
our greedy hands
looking for more.
worshipping each other
like sinners
searching for a god
we don't believe in,
now your sweet moans
will always be
my greatest hallelujah.

Behold, my mind!
Freedom is nigh!
The night, demons and hell
fear arising from the sight of the full moon;
The Shame of the sunny hour
face being hidden from friends and neighbours
like a deadly disease to be kept secret;

away from humans like a deadly weapon.


Be still, my mind, be still
Peace comes, when you're quiet
Courage Is born when you find the light
The book of the law will direct your path
Stay with me, my mind, stay with me
don't leave me in pieces
Remain still like an over fed baby
Abide in the grace of the Almighty

my poems sway of love, tragedy, and growth
and at most times, you tug me into undead thoughts

a moment to reminisce into a play of illusion,
we sat across each other, making the most of there is
your existence, your memory forms a remarkable fusion
you're a masterpiece sitting before me, a view I long to seize

you were a nostalgic daydream from the past,
you held my hand, captivated my eyes, with a spell of love you cast.

you were there before me, alive in a memory and illusion
slapping myself back to reality; you're undead but gone and changed
I am haunted by a romantic, untold tale that left me estranged
this is a play of illusion, nothing but a subconscious' work, I stare at the empty space, reaching a dead-end conclusion.

IA

in the vast majority of galaxies,
and written down histories
I think it's beautiful we exist in the same era;
weaving tales of friendship, love and ephemera.

IA ☕

I weave this poem before sunrise,
barely realizing how quick time flies,
feeling my heart tangled in tender ties,
I think of you when I close my eyes;

in relentless motion, our chaos dance
synchronizing pain and growth by chance
I held my fragile heart for such romance,
you know well to throw me off my stance

but everything I touch, shatters
and everything that hurts, matters
you're the solace and home my soul would seek,
so I would love you from afar, because that's how my heart speak.

IA