Random Heart

Life seems so complex sometimes
Too complex, almost unbearable...
Almost...

Sometimes you wish you were half dead
Sleeping through life
Or just that you had a good night of sleep
Those rare nights...

Sometimes you catch someone looking at you
Sometimes you're caught
And maybe a new adventure will begin
While another ends...

Sometimes you look outside your balcony
And the sea is calling
But someone's buzzing you in
Into their lives and dreams...

Sometimes you wish to put yourself together
Just quiet down a little
And enjoy life as it is

But it's so hard when you keep wanting more
From others, from yourself
From the drugs you keep taking
Although you're smart enough to see
You're dying from the inside...

Sometimes you just wish to be back
To good old days, to a better present
To the bright future you had
And screwed up on the way up there...

Sometimes the problem is you
Sometimes the problems are these people
Who keep pushing you to be better
And greater, and smarter
And worthy of bigger things!

But you're so perfect already...
You can't be undone, you can't get better
You can't give yourself to the darkness
You've only heard others talking about...

You have your poetry, you have your soul...
But all lies in the void of your mind
The void you lost control of
The void that sucks the life out of you
The void that takes your pain
And refils it with more
The narrow line between mind fabrications
And reality...

Can you read me now?
Can you feel me now?
I'm so close inside your head...
I'm so close...

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...

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...

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?