The hell of a loveshe seeks a loopholeto leave this manthat she does not lovethis love was an illusiona waking nightmarewhich has destroyed her lifeeach day it was hellmake love was a Calvarycondemned to silenceshe dreams of freedombut leaving the hell is not an easy thing
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
A heavy pastI want to know the story of my lifeI want the ghosts disappear from my headI want to hear the truth from the mouths of my familyI need to find the key to close the door of nightmarethe weight is too heavy for meI want to turn the page and forget the pastI want to be a girl like othersit is the image of my dream
The fate of an slavethe cell is narrowthe feces litter the groundthe odor is is unbearablewhen I look at through the barsI can see the boat of deaththis boat is an executionerhe kidnaps, he destroys, he killstommorow, I'll be on the boat my name will be replaced by an identification numberorder to be sold on the marketif I'm still alivethis is thanks to my faiththis is thanks to at the recollection of my wifein a corner of my head, I hopes always be free
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
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
One last kiss before the Apocalypsethe day of the apocalypseI will be near to theenestled in thy armsthe day of the apocalypsemy memories will parade in my headmy fear will disappearthe day of the apocalypseI will put my ear onto thine heart in order to hear our love one last timethe day of the apocalypsemy lips are going to arise onto thine lips for one last kissI love you, I will love you, here or in another world
the ballerina of the music boxthe ballerina has a sprained footshe no longer knows turning on herselfthe metallic pedestal is brokenshe was tired of turningshe was tired of hearing this melodyshe was tired to be watchedthis metallic box, it was hellit was the darknessit was a nightmarenow, she is freebut she is afraid of world that she discoversit is so different from what she hoped
obscene gamethe place is filthyher naked body is coldher hands are bound with barbed wireeach movement pushesthe barbed wire in her skinher blood flows on her breaststhe pain is unbearablethis game is very hardhis phantasm is indecentThis love is an torturehowever, she loves this weird manwho sometimes drinks her bloodwhen this obscene game is finished
A Mortal's Love TriangleLoved by Life; betrothed to Death
acousticyour soul is an acousticblack and white picturemovie reelcaptive sunlightnever yielding to releasegiving shadows a new tasteof elegance, quiescentthe tranquil luminescencethat can trap a heartin the photographic emulsionor celluloid undertowof slow motionjust as flammableas a subtle combustionkindling a rustic tongueto move a languid expulsionladened with sorrowscarried like crystal shardsin a humble sun catcherhung above a familiar windowprizing inconsequential matterinto flecks of golden dustreminiscent ofbeauty andlove~
This is loveIn this empty roomWe stand togetherIn silenceIn the darknessOur shattered heartsBleeding together as oneWhile the blood runsThrough our cold skinThis is what love is likeTwo broken peopleSharing their painMerging their empty soulsWe forget about the worldBecause we live in a world of our ownUnited as oneIn an illusion of happiness
Who Am I?Who Am I?I'm just a speck of dust,Midst the depth of this universe.Who Am I?I'm just an insignificant clog,In the machine that shapes this block.Who Am I?I'm just an unheard scream,Buried beneath this bigoted scene.Who Am I?I'm just a twisted vine,Molded to their whims and rhymes.Who Am I?I'm just an insignificant letter,In this opus that binds us together.Who Am I?
GravityGravity,Autumn wanted to learnhow tofall.So, the galaxy of dead treescoiling in your lungsdevoured her spine.Your gifts,a lifeline wrapped aroundher neck like a noose;an orange and redassisted suicide.& you said "God bless yourheart." like some divinehigher power could forgiveher for loving you.-dp
_Strong_Strength doesn't just mean muscleIt can stand for so much moreIt can mean someone who makes itThrough thick and thinWithout even a tearSomeone who may shed a tear,But is as strong as if they hadn'tSome aren't all that strongEven though they have the appearanceof the strongest oneEither way, no one can be strong forever,And everyone will eventually cryIt doesn't make them a wimpThey may be stronger then you or I...
Scorpion"Show me your bones."the atlas of her thighs quakedas she misplaced her skinin the backseat of his car."I'm a scorpion, you know-"a messy promisefolded napkin-neat."Prove it."& she smirked,sure of her limbs,her scars, & her teeth."I dare you to stake claim to this clavicle."
Can you taste the ghosts?I want to know your plans,Feel your heart, your hands.Can you see the birds?Soft wings flap unheard.We just spin around the sun,Light feet that weigh a ton.Can you taste the ghosts?Secret lives, sacred oaths.Making castles in the sand,Smooth, no concrete plans.And can you feel the sky?The blue will help us fly.
SoldierNever thought I'd see this day,So much time has slipped away,Thought I'd have more time to sayWhat you mean to me, but it's too late.Stand up soldier,Don't you fall,Get up soldier,We're not done,Fight on soldier,Save us all,I'll be waitingWhen we've won.So as we grab our gear and gunsLet me say you were the one,And as we're running out of timeKnow for you my life is on the line.Be safe soldier,Don't you fall,That's an order soldier,Keep going on,Stay strong soldier,Save us all,I'll be waitingWhen we've won.This is not the last goodbye,Brothers always, live or die,For our future, I will fight,Live on soldier, by my side.Don't cry soldier,Don't you fall,Be brave soldier,I'm not gone,Lead on soldier,Save us all,I'll be waitingWhen we've won.
HeavyMy siren is so heavyPulls me down to watch me drownShe said she built a levyOnly just to tear it downI should have seen it comingShould have seen that evil gazeThe waters slowly risingEach second seems like daysShe dragged me through her watersInto her abyssShould I even bother?Lost within her kissDeeper into nothingFilling up each lungLeaves me ever wantingA final song is sungShe told me of betrayalShe showed me no self worthLove destined to failStripped me of my mirthShe told me of desireShowed me how she sinnedShe told she's a liarShe tossed me to the windShe dragged me through her watersInto her abyssShould I even bother?Lost within her kissDeeper into nothingFilling up each lungLeaves me ever wantingA final song is sungSo sick of all the cheatingSo tired of the crimesYet I'm the one on trialI'm sick of all the timesI took on every beatingIgnoring every signStuck with my denialI made you so divineBut excuses are so useless when sins have fill
the journey."What if he stops?""Keep going."
regardless of where and which roads (write)i. so today we get together as per your request today you (at last) confess to me i watch you narrate the e.e. cummings you've kept chained in your rhythm, in your beats and paces and all other nooks and crooks and hidden places i've secretly always known existed i want you to start writing todayii. you tell me you believe in your ability to write the words i always knew you whispered; steaming at the hearts of other girls turning them to froth while i watch my own heart shrivel like dregs in the same cup of cappuccino i've always been drinking off droughtiii. i am screaming even in my softest tissues blaming my body for my hearts' issues admit to me (your best blue jeans and bravery set forth) read me unspoken find it futile to resist (dear me) by grace you do and you do admit to me my meth, my myth how (i never have the courage to say) i am your greatest muse forever
I Should Be GoneAll these thoughts that I have foughtabout crying and lying and finally dying,about screaming and bleedingand hating the fact that my heart is still beating.Each pulse in my wrist is the pull of a trigger,the 'boom' in my heart more pain to endure.I should be dead, I should be gonebut for some reason I'm here, still carrying on.
a virtual lifebehind my avatarI am queen of a wonderful worldI am a female warrior of a strange countryI am a werewolfin real lifeI am a girl who waits for the loveI am a girl who dreams from another lifeI am a girl insignificant buried in the mass