terça-feira, 11 de dezembro de 2012

The Land of No-One


I tend to feel helplessly alone
No matter how crowded my heart is
There will always be a hole
Unable to be filled...

The End


I've left some dead people on the way
I've left myself dead too, somehow
Along the roads I've been tripping on
Along the lives I've tripped on

I should feel bad, I know
I should try to fix my wrongs
But what kind of dead would I be?
If I've been looking for brains
Then brains I'll eat

Some people have left their mark
On memories, on hearts
On skins...
I leave my mark in the air
So the wind can blow and I'm gone
'Cause no good could come from me
But no evil either
What kind of dead would I be
Leaving pieces all over the place?

No notes, my dear
Nothing to blame on
No suffering, no
No bad people, no
No bad life,
Nothing's missing
Nothing but my soul

So the wind blows...

Not the End


A dark room filled with dark creatures
And their dark hearts filled with pure evil
And their dark thoughts coloring the sky
With black and blue
Black and blue everywhere

And for those too good to have dark hearts
They're granted with dark souls
Dark unknown pasts from other lives
And stuff...
Stuffed feelings everywhere

And dark heads spinning in this dark world
And wild lives living their guts out
And darkness, darkness! Everywhere
With heads spinning and all...

They see dark lights shadowing faces
They see dark lives dying in holes
And there are holes everywhere
Filled with darkness...
With heads spinning and all...

domingo, 25 de novembro de 2012

All Over


I've got no time to waste
But I keep waiting...
Death's all over
All over

I breathe
Then I don't
But I keep waiting
And Death's all over
All over

I count to three
And cross my heart...
I keep waiting
Cause Death's all over
All over me

Neither Life nor Death


A lightning struck somewhere
A tree, a head, a heart
A body falling to the floor

A stroke, maybe, some tears,
A dead loved one
Being carried by the storm

Someone told me
How hard it is for those
Who still stay in the Labyrinth

Why am I staying?

I'm not guilty
But they're destroying me
They're my pain...

Because I am one of those
To whom it hurts to stay

Am I ever going to scape
The Labyrinth?
Am I ever...

quarta-feira, 21 de novembro de 2012

The Monsters Inside My Closet


I promise not to falter...

I promise my words...

I offer
My dignity,
My forgiveness,
The shadows crossing my face...

I have a dark heart,
Purple veins,
And arteries
To be cut

I promise my blood,
Shed on the floor
Or dripping from my heart...

It's completely up to you...

I'll pay attention
To dark alleys
And unlocked doors

And I offer my safety
Because it's not that important anyway...

I have a glass, a bottle
And tears on my face...

Would you feel safe now?
Looking down the hill
And they're coming after you
For your dark heart, and purple veins
And dripping blood...

I know I don't.
And I run
And I falter
And my promises breaking
'Cause my safety is that important after all...

Would you feel safe now?
Feeling them getting under your skin,
Twisting,
Eating your guts,
Because of your dark heart
And purple veins
And dripping blood...

Are there tears on your face?

segunda-feira, 12 de novembro de 2012

Enkeli


I don't know you
Not now, not then
And probably, I'll never do

The pieces of you
I came to know
Were merely that:
Pieces

I discovered, dear
How I want you
The whole you
Gentle and sour
Wicked and bewitching
Because you're the
Perfect balance

You should know, then
How messed up
All this is
How messed up I am
For myself
And how messed up are
Both of us together

We've been marked to death
And we've passed through
The world, the fears
And the demons
Eating from inside

Forgive me if I'm wrong
This is product of
Complete desperation
And being so
It tends to uselessness

But if I'm right
I'm turning to you
And I'm falling to my knees
And I'm offering you
All I have
Take all you want
My tender devotion
My cruel take-backs
My bitter unrequited love...

All I want in return is you
True and whole
Dark and enlightened
With heartless despise
Ruthless responses
And this sweet poison
Of yours...