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
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
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
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
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
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
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
the war zoneAu-delà de cette frontièrec'est l'horreur de la guerreles cadavres s'entassent dans les tranchéesoù la mort fait son marchéAu-delà de cette frontièretu trouveras des âmes détruitesdes gamins à qui on a donné une armesans leur expliquer dans quel merdierils allaient mettre les piedsAu-delà de cette frontièrela vie est menacéepar l'illusion d'une victoirepromise à chaque foisAu-delà de cette frontièrec'est une fosseoù une générationa perdu la raison
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~
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?
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
.think i'm madas a hatter,just becausei want to sit anddrink tea with the deadfor a whileon a sunday afternoon?just cos i like totrace the patterns inthe woodwork onthe table with my fingerswhen we're talking,yes,something has beenhere before,and it's us,with words so wellused that they're nowdamaged andwe can't even tell whatthey mean anymore(still cramming them into the distance though)
The Boy in the CornerHe curls in the corner of the lit-up room,watching from the shadowsThe women, they laugh, with pearls 'round their necks,And men in fine suits sip from delicate glassesGolden chandeliers hang from the ceilingas society's elite mingle seamlesslyAnd the boy-his face is unwashed, his hair unkempt,but he watches, and he learnsand he seesSo he makes a vow:Never be like them, the ones within the light,the ones walking past his corner without a glance,the ones laughing their polite, gilded laughs,the ignorant, the ones never knowingwhat it was to reside within darkened cornersThat vow is kept:the rest of his days is spent in the darkness,lonely, bitter, not knowing what it wasto live within the light-but he is never like them,and that is consolation in itself
from your mirror.. with loveStand at meGlare at meRantAnd pullYour hair at me.Reward mewith tearsyour eyes likedaggers and spears.I'm not cruelJust. Honest.
_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."
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
And what makes you think I'm a stalker?I love the way you smile at me.It gives me hope of what could be.I love the way you speak.And your most evident evil streak.I love the way you listen.While your teeth shine and glisten.I love the way you play like a child.Always wonderfully wacky and wild.I love the way you don't notice my stare,The way you leave your soul open, bare.I love the way you walk,And pffft, I most certainly do not stalk.
Loosing Your InspirationI'm sitting hereAt the back of my Spanish class...In complete frustration.My pencil is inches away from my paper.I can feel it shaking and begging,Begging to dance across the pageTo give birth to words and song and poem.It wants to create beauty with emotion...It has only to touch the white surface...But I keep stopping shortI'll start a lineLet it begin its danceThen cut it off midway to leave an incomplete hope.I've lost itAnd I'm starting to fearIt's permanentI've stopped being able to-What should I call it?Write?Create?Giving birth to emotions I can't explain?The ones that I keep locked away.I've lost my sword and shieldUsed against the demons that haunt me in my sleepMy ability to shine a light on my nightmare has all but vanished.I can't sleep.I don't feel like eating.I don't feel like smiling.Every movement...Every current emotion...It's like pulling a house across the ocean floor.Not only am I struggling to move...I'm struggling to breathDrownin
Voyage Voyage Un mouchoir d'étoiles Suspendu Mon bâton sur l'épaule fourbue Je m'en vais en quête de toi. Donne-moi tes voiles tendues les songes sur tes gaules rompues Je m'en vais vers tes crêtes à toi. Nobody Now
the journey."What if he stops?""Keep going."
SmilesSometimes my life wont be what it seems.Masked behind stories and broken old dreams.Ignorance is only bliss to those who dont knowLeaving me to bleed and suffer in this woe.Engaged in this play that we all assume.Safe in a fantasy till we are consumed.
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