terça-feira, 28 de maio de 2013

The Beginning

Where I end he begins
But I sometimes wonder
If I ever begun
And if he will ever end...

When I inhale
He exhales.
When he smiles
I cry...

When he sleeps
I am awake.
As he dreams
I watch over him.

When I am tired
He is filled with energy
And as he walks
I crawl...

My end is his beginning
But my beginning has no end
Because with true love
There's no difference at all...



Obsession



it creeps in slowly
without you knowing

it hits you hard
like a ton of bricks

it leaves a scar
that no one can fix

it cripples your mind
and numbs your soul

suddenly you're blind
to the rest of the world

it burns right through
your soft perfect skin

it doesn't become you
but it's your favorite sin

but when you close your eyes
and dreams flood your mind

you drown in all your sighs
a fake life to entertwine

This obsession you have
isn't obsession at all

it isn't all that bad
but you're afraid of the fall

you can't stop thinking of
if this is only love...?


Simple Soundtrack



mom crashed dad's mercedes
he wasn't too happy about it
that's what happens when ladies
- he said - drive a stick shift

mom didn't even care
it's only a car - she said
but I think she won't dare
take out the car again

dad called up his mechanic
the wife ruined the paint job
his voice had a hint of a panic
but mostly he's just a snob

trivial things such as these
stick to me like crazy glue
I feel like no one else sees
how life is annoyingly through

Life is bitching and moaning
it's pintching every penny
it's screwing and fucking
it's gossiping plenty

about this and that
about you and her
I can't settle for that
I'll never be her...

I'll never be anyone but me
I'll be crashing my own car
and I'll get up and see
that it's not very far

what life has in store for me
but will I accept it...?
will I be content or even happy?
there are many things I won't admit

especially about what's inside
their life is my soundtrack
that I use to safely hide
the feeling that I can't hack...




domingo, 26 de maio de 2013

Listen



Listen... don't hear.
Listen without fear
Listen from the start
the thump of your heart
Listen to the world
and release your soul
Listen with your mind
Listen and unwind
Listen to my voice
you don't have a choice
Listen to the night
and listen to the light
listen to every thing
listen to her sing
see her glisten
close your eyes and listen...



sexta-feira, 24 de maio de 2013

I don't want to...



I don't want to speak
because I'm too weak
I don't want to touch
it'll be too much...
I don't want this heart
you'll tear it apart
I don't want to break
but I know it's fake
I don't want to feel
I know it's not real
I don't want to joke
I just want to smoke
I don't want to think
I just want a drink
I don't want to hear
I give in to fear
I don't want to see
I just want to be
I don't want to fuck
you're shit outta luck!
I don't want to move
I just want to groove
I don't want to sing
all I do is sing...
I don't want to talk
I just want to walk
I don't want to dream
I just want to scream
I don't want to smile
let me sleep awhile
I don't have a soul
just fuck the world
I dont want to cry
I just want to die!



quarta-feira, 22 de maio de 2013

Exhaustion


Eyes deceived
by warm desire
soul deceased
consumed by fire.

Words unspoken
cloud the mind
heart is broken
always blind.

A lump of flesh
without a purpose
unable to refresh,
just decompose.

Knackered anxieties
massacred love
fading memories
I can't think of...



segunda-feira, 20 de maio de 2013

Empty at Last



Rancid coffee
and last night's buts
cough, cough, cry...

I am almost empty
but filled with thoughts
cough, cough, why?

Stale cookies
and forgotten dreams
chew, chew, spit...

Unbearably free
caught up in my screams
chew, chew, fake it!

Polluted tears
running down my face
drip, drip, splash!

Remembered fears
bring back some grace
drip, drip, a flash...

Rancid coffee
drunk very fast,
empty at last...


sábado, 18 de maio de 2013

Funeral Pyre



I have hollowed my body out with a spoon
and now I am trapped deep within myself
I pray for Death to come and take me soon
so I can come back to life as someone else

I watch as you lick the spoon with avid hunger
you always wanted all of me, who I used to be
I thought that I could rise and grow stronger
but all I became is this vile mess that you see

I am an empty vessel burning up from the inside
a devastating fire that consumes my whole being
leaving me with no special place that I can hide
or keep the world and you from actually seeing

that I am nothing but an empty broken sea shell
consumed by thoughts, by dreams, by lust, by desire
all of which are products of a perfectly conceived hell
trapped within myself burning in my own funeral pyre.

And this hell I birthed that kept me going and fighting
is slowly losing it's power each day as I grow older
it is now a flickering flame useful only for lighting
it's beauty is in the eye of the unknown beholder.


From Above



once a place of wisdom now a dark abyss
a heart that suddenly stopped beating
because there is nothing left to miss

a lump of decaying flesh shuffling
up and down these streets we know
slowly forgetting what is suffering

and the memories that we can't let go
are the last speck of meaningful love
we have of all we lived and can show

give me more of that which you speak of
because the light in my eye is fading
as you look at me from high above...

segunda-feira, 6 de maio de 2013

Layers



Layers and layers of lies peeled like an onion before my eyes...
a bridge runs over the river of tears I have cried every day
you built it to escape my endless embrace and empty sighs
You left and never said the words I always wanted you to say

But still I am here waiting for you and your bright light
as the words I could never mutter choke me up inside
don't you ever think that I am without witt or perfect sight
there is nothing left but the hollow chest you left behind

My tired eyes see only putrid death and vile destruction
my thoughtless mouth spews out nothing but awful obscenities
my broken distorted mind dreams only of ways of seduction
my trained ears can only tune in the odd forgotten rarities

I eat, drink, dream, shit, walk, talk, sleep, cry, smile
but all of these things are all as fake as you surely are
After years or what seemed like endless centuries of denial
I have finally realized, I know that I just want to go far...

Far from here, from everyone, from you, from everything I know
Nothing in the world will ever put out this fire that consumes me
the fire you lit without a second thoughtand now burns me up so slow
every hour is pain, every minute is torture, every second is agony...