the Hell of a queenshe is lying on bedshe has her dress in white laceThan her servant had preparedon the bedside table she has afraid of the futureshe does not wantthat this man touches her bodyshe does not want to become a queenthis role is not for herher dreams are forgottenShe does not likethis Heart full of hatethis is not possiblethe door of the bedroom opens slowlythe King looks the bedwith an smile perverthis desire is indecentthe pain invades her bodythe minutes seem interminableshe has ache , it is a nightmareshe was a girl of a lost villagenow, she is a queentrapped of a powerthat she has never desired
a forgotten starthe hotel bedroom is plunged Into DarknessShe lights a cigarettethis is her second packageShe takes a glass of whiskeythe bottle is on the bedside table she is almost emptyher career slowsshe was a starNow a shadowthe phone rings no morethese contracts are less lucrativethis is a descent into hell who approachesshe plays in an series rottenin of films without major interesta line of cocaine is on the bedshe hesitates, the cocktail is dangerousthis is a beauty of yesterdayshe is diving into a black holeher success has vanished
The perfume of liesI am in love with youbut I know you is a liarEvery day, the smell permeatedyour pants , your shirther perfume invades my worldI sleep with youbut I felt her presencewe make loveyou thought she wasto my placethe truth is hardto accept, to digestyour lies are uselessour story is overmy love for youis not deadbut I am not a toyI am a woman injured
the house of crimethe farm is abandonedthis is an ideal placeto hide themselvesto exit this spiralWitnessed a crimeShe has Fled the houseor she was livingthe man with the sabera mercenary paid by her husbandto eliminate its opponentsin the business worldhas noticed a shadowhe saw that she was gazingThis cruel executionshe is a fugitivechased by a killerShe has confidence in anyoneshe wanders in the wildfor not returningin the house of his pastor her husband waits her returnto be able to bury her alive
Stolen Happinessthe house is coldthe life is deada perfidious perfume fills every corner of this placebefore this was happinessone day everything changeda bitch came destroy everythingNow I am sad and disillusionedmy fairy tale became a nightmare
the girl from hellYou are an obsessionI think about youday and nightyou pollute my mindwith of erotic thoughtsI imagine you havea sexy dress blacka look full of desireto satisfy my cravingsyour body is on mineimmersed in a long embraceyour eyes turn redI do not understandwhat it happens?the wings out your your shouldersyour teeth are lengthenwho are you?I do not recognize youyou bit my neckblood flows to the groundI do not understandwe made loveand now I have no heartI am your lunch
Phobiathe lights are extinctthe wall advances towards meI'm sick, I am afraidthe crowd ignores my painI fall into a black holeI scream my distress in indifferencehelp me, this is too hardhelp me, give me your handI need a little light
my frozen heartthe winter is harshmy hands are coldthe gloves are unnecessarymy heart is so coldthat he looks a bit like to this frozen lakePrisoner from the Icehe knows not breathehe suffocates like our love
My body injuredmy body is injured by lifeeach scar is an ordeal of the pastThey bleed oftenthe remembrance is their enemymy body is injured by lifewhen I look backI'm having a deep disgusta stench contaminates my heartI stops breathing and I play with the death
BunkerI love you the way a member of the NRALoves the kick of his 12 gauge,And I'm sure that you love to seeThat buckshot punching holes through my chest.Like a redneck from the bible beltWith a rifle collection to match the US armed forces,You collect the hearts of worn out menWho've tired of chasing you.And Hell, I'd drive down to MississippiIn the middle of the apocalypseTo share your bunker with youIf it meant you loved me.
Please, don't give up.You’re not alone, even if you feel such sorrowPlease try to calm your mind and forget about tomorrowI know that life can hurt, but from my happiness you can borrowPlease don't cry anymore, I will help you with the troublesome morrow Even if the bad seem to be everywhere you goJust keep in mind that you have to stay away from what’s belowAnd I know that you’ll learn from these bad experiencesSo then you can help those who are inexperiencedPlease don’t be sad, everyone has a reason for his or her existenceYou can’t ever give up, push through and have resistanceThe worst thing you could do is to lose all of your hopeJust promise me that you will try to never mope
If it's you...If it’s you ...I’ll admitI’m not good with wordsI don’t express myselfMy feelings go,Unspoken, unrevealedSo I look at you,Hoping silentlyThat you can seeMy eyes, filled with my thoughts of youNo one sees it, no one cares,But if it’s you,I’m sure you’ll understandIf it’s youIf it’s you…
Does Death Hurt?Does death hurt?When the knife digs into fleshdo you fall into your knees in painor simply in shock of motion?When you slip away in the dark of sleepdoes the dream still remainas you travel to worlds unknown?When the drugs hit your bodydoes your heart stop suddenlyor can you feel the imminent end?When the noose slips tightdoes your head feel heavyand your limbs feel numb?When the water rushes into the castle only of aircan you feel your breath cut off?When the dirt piles overand the air runs outcan you feel the choking?So riddle me this,oh master of death,does it hurt to die?
Quietly, GentlyShy smiles and fluttering butterflies,My heart would beat faster when I looked into your eyes.Even then, as I held you warmly in my arms,Every word you said put me under your charm.Dozing off, I sent you a little smile.And told you that it’s fine to fall asleep for a while.When you awoke, the sun was setting for its own time to sleep.So I pulled you close and breathed in so deep.Quietly, in the dark, I slowly fell in love.Gently in my arms, I called you my little dove.
Faded Memories of YouThink back to the days,The days that we remained,Tight in each other's arms."Together forever 'til we fall apart".Back over the times,The times that we stayed,Under the blanket."Here with you, I will always be safe".Through the moments,The moments in which we kissed,Like nobody else would love you more."I promise, only you I shall adore".The secrets you told,The love that we hold,It all starts to crash down."Together forever 'til we fall apart".I wander alone,Setting myself to the danger,Of this world."Here with you, I will always be safe".Time to let go,Leaving only memories to remain.You and me, now alone."I promise, only you I shall adore".
La noche es friaLa noche es fríaMi alma está tristeMi amor está muertoMi vida es destruidaLa noche es fríaTe echo de menosLa vida es una putaMi arma está cargada
Oxidizedshe was bleach-brittle & stunning &bruised hands in coat pockets, &you were the lines of poetry drippingthrough her cavity teeth.
Just A CowardHe wants me, I'm so sure of it;Almost within my reach I keepLooking his way, hoping time willFreeze so that our eyes might meet.I can imagine the scene, with a briefNod he will beckon me over to himAnd I shall go, smiling goofily;Not caring if others find me stupidExcept they won't say it out loud.Houston, it seems we have a problem,At this moment he's staring at me.Leaning his fine body against the bar,Flashing his best I'm-a-sex-god smile.Momentary I forgot to breathe,Envisioning the best way to keep myNaivety at bay where it belongs.Time slithers on, but fear withinArose like many times before as ILose the courage to snap him up.
The Melody of a Love SongThe way you move me,Like the melody of a love song,Stuck on replay.“Fly away with me”,Said the lyrics.As you warm my hand with yours.As your voice draws to a whisper,The sweet beat slows.Chills and goosebumps overflow my body.And when we kiss,The melody silences.But only for a moment.Now I can hear your heart pound,Raging to it’s own beat.Your own love song.
MyselfThe jar of tears has fallen to pieces, lost are the memories from within the creases.They've all abandoned me, my silent friends, our bonds have withered beyond their ends.So predictable this scene truly was, the girl who fell from not a single cause.Twas my own fault, for I banished all help, rotted to pieces within myself.Though alas a mark has been etched within stones, "My soul lives forever without my bones."
Broken Hearts Still BeatingThe lightning-spliced sky illuminates my bedroomand I'm crouched in the corner, embraced by the dark,thinking of how there could have been a chancefor me to wake up next to you, your emerald eyeswebbed with emotion, your body limpfrom jerking in your sleep. I imagine ruffled sheets,broken lamps, and permeating heat.I think of how we could have jogged togetheralong roadsides and doubled over with thornsin our ribs at your feeble attempts to whistle Dixie.I'm collapsing inward, reminiscing on the truthsI should have told you and how every boy I passhas your face, your dark brown hair, your lips.And I cry. Oh, do I cry.I saw you hunched over one day, exhaustedfrom nightmares, sipping Gatorade and recitingpoetry about there being beauty in decay,and I couldn't help but think that youwere living proof of that phenomenon.I wanted to cry for you and tell you about that timea lady ran into me at Barnes & Noble and I'd hadno earthly idea that I was alive until she turned ar
To Drink!Thou eternal drop of paradise!Thy wick of love in snowy eyesHas lit the coals of restless time,Again alit the poet's rhymeWhich grows amidst the winter tideLest all asleep with morning's bride,And yet the quill shall never dieAnd passion's juice will never dry,For man was made for mellow pleasureTo drink to Bacchus and his treasure.Thou joyous trickle of delight!Lurid friend of the sparkling night,Thy gleam befriends foregoing scarsAnd echoes aglow the distant stars,As longing lips assail the tearsOf Aegir's sweetened blend in yearsAnd parched the throat undone by speechWill breach the reason bound by reach,And then the warm vaporous raysAnd mankind through her Maker's gaze.Thou fountain of unravished grace!A flagon lent Beauty a face,And art will dwell forever moreWhere genteel meets the jagged shore,Frolics adrift the fluent brewEvery violet Baudelaire grew,And nestles along the golden bayThe voice of a lost Hemingway.What joy, what bliss, what cheer, what
Right NowI remember how it all startedIt was a quiet December day like todayThat turn into something that I never would expectedBut it feels bittersweet knowing it's goneOr feels like how a child is lost in the big world out thereJust an empty feelingPeople say love is a drugFrom the start to finishA high that everything is perfect or nothing can go wrongBut when it is gone, you feel the withdraw symptoms that won't go awayBut no I'm just taking it inOut the window of my apartment bedroom againTomorrow I'll be gone I don't know when I'll be backBut in this world everything can change just like thatCaught up in everyday lifeDoesn't seem like nobody caresWalking out seems like the only optionNo one will miss me right?Find myself somewhere else because home ain't what it used to beMom and Dad were fighting about everythingFrom dishes to who is looking after the child I hadI didn't know what to doBut no I'm taking it inOut the window of my apartment bedroom againThe T.V is o
Black voidsA black void escapes my lips.As the infection of pain takes over.I’m screaming to an empty room.In it lays all my fears.My eyes are filled with parasites.Seeing nothing but black.Which leaks it’s way into my heart.Trembling fingers, and sweaty palms.Bugs clinging to my hair.Nesting in my skin.I have been contaminated.By the sins of others.Nobody can harm me now.I have been contaminatedBy the whispers of the heartless.Reaching forth for some light.It only seems to burn my skin.My right eye has been removed.And left with a hole.Head spinning round’ and round.Sitting in this dirty contaminated room.A perfect fit for me.
i am the bird with the broken wingAnd this is how the story goesThere is no high in these winter lowsThe love that left me has faded awayMy tears blur the night into day For I am the bird with the broken wingsWho has fallen behind the flock,Now I have fallen by the way side.With no one to pick me up. The love that left me died in my arms,Now things are all messed up.I am floating beneath the water,But I cannot get back up. The silence floats around me,Where there used to be your voice.I reach out in the dark,Hoping for your touch. All there is, is empty sheets,A reminder of my loss.I shudder at what my life has become,Fragments of glass spread around the floor,I cut myself trying to pick the pieces up. But this is how my story goes,There was no high in my winter lows.The love I lost hurt too much,Now there is no night, there is no day.
To Fly in FireSinking deeper in a sea of nothing,With night’s darkness as my dawn.Questions requiring no answers,And satisfaction found in the wrong.Tears shed not like the inkwell,Far overused by this rotting quill.Is this the seed of strength and vigor,Or closing distance with my rancor?I hear the still damp match ignited,Rekindling my flame of envy.The drowned piece of wood below,Was kept remembered after all.So the wind I soared these wings with,Were nothing but mere, fake glimpses.What unkindly surrenders to the glutton,That keeps me earth-bound along with it.Flashes of fears of weakly faltering,Dread my dreams with eyes unclosed.But this tattered soul knows too well,The day’s yet to exist when I can let go.
learning to hear the unspokeni hear your pencildrag atop the paperand subtle breaths drawn.i wonder, as ilet my mind wanderdown winding pathsand through lonely fields.trees are barren.the frost nips at your heelswhen you walk too slow.every release from myheavy lungslooks like smoke.i hesitate to speak,afraid the words will waft awaynever reaching the crook of your neckwhere i want them to nest."i love you," is all i can muster -never feeling it weighs enough.i imagine a tongueunwoven, unbound;i pretend that my heartis full of profoundwords -unheard by angel,by beast.my head is wrappedin thick fog;though, i fancy it with feathersin flightthrough a bright, moonlit summer's eve.it's clear amongst cloudless skies.here we travel freely, unafraid,unabashed -our souls speak.no words will ever be enough.
Dead flowerA perfume of dead permeates this roselike this flower, thou hast witheredNow I'm sad