3If Death comes tonightFor me, for you, for us allWhy try to stop it?
2Wings flap, desperateTry to escape this world, theyflail frantically
4Legs, running towardsan uncertain future, bravenot knowing danger
Love is BlindUnfortunately, people are not.
LyricalFirst comment for a little girlSlightly brightening her whole worldMade up of a single word"Lyrical"She thinks, who could have written thisA hulking male machovanistWho was really very touched by it"Lyrical"Perhaps another dainty ladyInspired to write once more, just maybeOnce she puts to sleep, her baby"Lyrical"Paging through her old thesaurusLooking past the words that bore usShe thinks, My words sound like a chorus"Lyrical"Finally, epiphanyScreams, book thrown, not filled with gleeTo find out what it real means"Lyrical"
pyrrhic lamentman's final sunset,lost in embered horizons;the purge is complete.
.i would shed my skinwith autumn, but my veins wouldcrack like the dry leaves
Spiri-ku I (fr/en)Et le vent du désertsur les rêves qu'essaimentnos flammesAnd so the desert breathesover dreamsfanned by our flamesFrantz, novembre 2013.
The Hardest WordTo say goodbye,It's not the hardest word.My honesty is all but broken,And I look away with eyes so blue,I cannot say with these tears I cry.To say sorry,It's not the hardest word.My ignorance only leaves you shattered,And I know in my heart so black,I should apologise but I'd rather fly.To say no,It's not the hardest word.My addiction drives you insane,And I feel that my ears bleed so red,As I struggle to answer your one question: why?
Don't be ashamed to cryDo you know that feeling of exasperation?That means you are giving up, slowly.You just stare around you and wonder
Where was the life you once loved so much?Where was the life where everything was simple?Where was the life where there were no worries?You stare intently stare at nothing.Just a space filled with nothing but blankness.You analyse your life and how much it's worth,Thinking no one loves you, no one even cares.The ache
how can you describe that ache?Literally drying your heart as if it was wet laundry.Your breath grows heavier, slower
Your dainty fingers dance below your pool of eyes,The moisture stains your finger and you stare
There's only one way to let out the pain:Cry and release the demons.
If This Be My LastIf this be my last,I'd better scar the sordid skin,With a blade cut flourishing fast.I might not know where to begin,But I'll end this loathsome life of sin.If this be my last,I'd better bruise the bloody bone,With a hammer blow anguishing aghast.I never believed this could happen,But now here I stand with a knife sharpened.If this be my last,I'd better tear out the traumatic tendons,With a scythe flash punishing past.I could suffer so much internal pain,But I'll always have these umbra urges again.
Delete NonetI like to delete parts of my life.Memory here, an item there.Fade them away to darkness.Making room for the light.The past can’t hold me.I’m letting go.Flying now.Runningfree.
GravityNot every man can prove their weight, their worth.With dreams of wings I am forced to walk.I wish to become the challenger of my own gravity,To rise so much higher than fate will allow.A wall of fate; nothing satisfies.Just because I defy you, doesn't make me wrong.The size of my deed will reflect my ego,Project myself, I must become exactly what I want.So gravity, I challenge you to keep me down,I defy you to crush my wings!In defiance I scream at my fate;"I'll gain my wings and you'll keep your weight!"
A ThoughtThe best art is madeBy those who care not for fame,But who love their craft.In a perfect world,The Bard's name is a secret,But his tale is known.
Hell Doesn't Even KnowI want to cry so much...Why?Maybe I'm happy,Maybe I'm sad.I feel so alone,Yet I've been with people all day.I feel so unloved,Yet I know I have people who love me.I can't talk about these feelings.I can't open up when the door is locked.And the key is lost.I want to inspire,But I just recieve empathy.I want to die,But I keep on breathing.I feel so confused, lost and all alone.The feelings inside me are too strong for my body.I don't want someone to understand.I want someone to give me the answers to why I am like this.And a solution to fix the massacre inside me...
You didn't dare.She smiled,but it was fake.She laughed,but she's about to break.She reached out,but no one came,tried to fake it,but the pain stayed the same.This girl, she called to you,but you didn't care.Something told you to help,but you didn't dare.What would the others say?The ones who called her a freak.They may taunt or shun you,so you choose not to speak.Then she decides to leave.Because no one wants her here.You'll never see her cry.She'll never shed another tear.
fast-forward through the goodbyesthis is the beginning of the end“i know you,” he says.and he looks defeated, he looks sad, he looks likehe's a boy who may one day realize how muchhe cares for you, so you cut him off and say,“minus all the secrets i don’t tell anyone.”“well, yeah, minus those.”“then you don’t know me at all.”and then you tell him,i love you. but you don’t use those wordsbecause those are taboo. are jinxed.are knock on wood three times fast.instead you press him in a hug and say,i’m sorry, knowing he won’t understandthat this is the first time you ever cared for somethingenough to try and fix it after you hurt it.you hope he doesn’t ever realize what you’re sayingand his response will always be ‘what for?’ becauseif he figures out he loves you nothing changes.he’s just going to be in love with a corpse, a memory,a pair of trigger happy hands,
CruxI’m only sure of two things:I still carry pieces of your cross on my back andlilies were your favorite flowerThose last three months-A silent drive home from the mallpurse full of stolen makeupDinners with my family where no onebothered to make the conversionEndless hours spent looking at paint samplesand I was smart to not buy the brushesThe line at the liquor store blendedwith the lines on the roadAt the same time with youwithout youThen it was summer and you talked me into a country drive. We stopped on the side of the road to watch a cow giving birth in the center of a pasture. But, the calf never rose to its wobbly legs or felt the heat of the Indian summer….it never tasted dandelions.The mother stood by the calf’s bodylong past nightfalland I stood by yourslong after thatWas this what we meant when we said forever?
We Are/You Aren'tWe are the unwanted, the brokenThe ones you forgot about.So don't be too surprised when weStart to scream and shout.We are the living, the dyingThe ones you all put down.But you'll know who we are when weRun this goddamn town.We are the corpses, the maggotsThe ones you all despise.But you'll be the ones scared when weExpose all your lies.We are the hunted, the lostThe ones you all spurn.But you'll cry for our help when weLeave you all to burn.We are the losers, the winnersThe ones that you deny.But you'll be the ones damned when weHear the angels cry.
Her.I hate this. You have no idea how much I hate this. This lonely feeling that builds up inside, creating this dark isolation that keeps me caged up, alone with my thoughts. I see the way my friend looks at his girl, and the way she looks at him. Love. It's perfect. He'll wrap his arms around her and whisper in her ear "Hey, you're beautiful. But you already knew that." And I know, that that's the kind of love that I desire. To be with the perfect girl. To wrap my arms around her and whisper lovely things into her ear. I want to hold her hand when we go on walks and talk in our personal inside jokes that only bring us closer. I want to have those phone calls, late at night, where we fall asleep still talking on the phone. I want to slow dance with her in the rain, and then looks into her beautiful eyes, whisper "I love you" and then lean in for a kiss. I want to be able to cook with her, take naps with her, take care of her when she's sick, lonely, scared. I want to be her protecter, her
1The moon and the starsAre extremely lovely, butYou are much brighter