doesn´t believe in anything
except himself
walks in pride
in his path of lies
think himself so high
but he´s no more than child
hoping to be love at any cost
wishing to get all, he´s betting for
drama escene and tears
manipulates and gains
all goes to get his way
trying to fill the void
an empty heart
of a soulless man.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
In my veins
The misery of your affection
your sweet words
tangled over me
Infected blood
runs in my veins
desire that drives me insane
keep loving
keep praising you
as a fool
sized by remorse
it's a curse
that sicks me
fill me with dark thoughts
poison my dreams
with screams
if I had to bleed you out
out of me
I'll split my veins
to bleed out
until last drop
of blind love for you.
your sweet words
tangled over me
Infected blood
runs in my veins
desire that drives me insane
keep loving
keep praising you
as a fool
sized by remorse
it's a curse
that sicks me
fill me with dark thoughts
poison my dreams
with screams
if I had to bleed you out
out of me
I'll split my veins
to bleed out
until last drop
of blind love for you.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Foggy path
The tick fog embrace my path
scary shapes along the way
anticipation for the worse
it surrounds me
to devour me
to cut me out
out of the list of living things
no star to shine or guide
just shadows and darkness
just a shaky compass
just my pride preventing to go back.
scary shapes along the way
anticipation for the worse
it surrounds me
to devour me
to cut me out
out of the list of living things
no star to shine or guide
just shadows and darkness
just a shaky compass
just my pride preventing to go back.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Slave of silence
He closes the gate
keeps for himself
all good and wrong
every single word
only sad eyes
as evidence
of struggle
so much lost
cause and cost
early frost
in the winter of his soul.
keeps for himself
all good and wrong
every single word
only sad eyes
as evidence
of struggle
so much lost
cause and cost
early frost
in the winter of his soul.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Crossroads
He sold his soul
in the crossroads
to the dark haired girl
he thought it was fair
trade the only thing he had left
he wanted talent
he wanted fame
but never thought
that nothing comes without terms
he had his fame
enjoyed life without blame
not thinking on dark haired girl
not the time she´ll come to collect
to take his soul straight to hell.
in the crossroads
to the dark haired girl
he thought it was fair
trade the only thing he had left
he wanted talent
he wanted fame
but never thought
that nothing comes without terms
he had his fame
enjoyed life without blame
not thinking on dark haired girl
not the time she´ll come to collect
to take his soul straight to hell.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Empty eyes
My heart is detached from my body
numb limbs in the floor
lying with empty eyes
staring at an unmercyful heaven
life pass by, scratching knives
deep scars , left behind
feel how I rot and slowly decay
to finally meet my death.
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