How Love Works.I neverfell in love withyou,you neverfell in love withme.Your demonsfell in love withmine,my demonsfell in love withyours.
Give Me a Portrait.Paint me without aface,because I'm sure youdon't remember mineanyway.
Misery.Its dark,I'm lost,my demonsno longer guide me.Burn a lightand try tofind me.
stupid youth.my lungs whispered and asked the smoketo danceto the sound of your slurred voicesinging off keyto whatever song came on the radio.i'm sure the stars looked down on usin amusementas we laughed and ran about that dying meadowin the ides of october.there's something bordering on nostalgiai feel for that scuffed leather jacketyou always wear.but maybe it's just dreaming.and when we finally started back homewe could have diedand for once in our livesit would have been with smiles on our faces.i wonder what the coroner would havethought.
Empty Pages.You are the perfect story,A plot unfurling from your touch,And poetry in your eyes.You speak with golden glory,Into sentences of hate,And promises of lies.You are the bookI never had the words to write.
You Kill Me the Way Books Do.You are all literatureis to me,your mind encompasses thebeautyof the whole earth.Your gentle eyesnarrate the greatest storynever told,and your ivory touchwrites the perfect poem.When you smile you area prince,adorned by golden crowns.When you cry you becomethe tragic hero,the martyr of the play.You are all the wordsthat fill each book,and I am the humble readerjust wishing you knew Iexist.
where do you fall when you fall in love?i see my voice curl toward the sky in crystal breathsas i stand beneath the stars and ask the gods"where do you fall when you fall in love?"and in the distant thunder roars as zeus clears his throat.lightening strikes to start a fireand in anticipation i sit by the flames as he begins his story."love," he says, "is the beautiful medicationthat we drink to still our pain,but often it is overdosedand we always end up crashinglike a star falling from my sky."as i watch the shadows dance about his faceaphrodite proudly walks to uswith her golden grace and emerald eyes."there's a kingdom," she says with ivory verse, "just below the seaand it awaits young lovers therewhere they drown for all eternity."at the mention of the sea, poseidon falls down to usfrom his chariot atop the cliff and in his booming voice he declares;"and in that cavern the butterflies are drenchedand with heavy wings they cannot flyso they suffocate the lovers."with the quietest gait of a clumsy fox
contrast without the compare.when i look in a mirror,i don't see what i ami see everything i'm notand can never be.
quiet nights.i just wanted you to hold meso tight my bones broke,but the force cracked my heartinstead.
hauntedour house is hauntedmemories floating like ghostsscreaming without sound
BrokenCan't fixwhat's never been whole.
LiliyaBright-eyed,bird-bonedwhisper girl;dark-dressed,moon-backedmistress of light.
2121Mass hypnosis! Hand of doom!Global slavery! No tune!Mass Hypnosis! Grand Illusion!Global Slavery! Diffusion! \/\/\/Social networks, all around,on the streets, a muted crowdToo much sex, we talk around,but the kiss so hard to foundBeauty contests for the dogs!Souls unborn, Our babies lost!Plastic surgeries for grands!Children raped by their dads!Take your pill, It's what you need,Take your pill and you will sleep.Now get in! Into your cage!And don't try to turn the page!You can't live as you will,a whistling up and stay stillThere is nothing to decide,It is only their sideStop to talk! Don't even feel!Did you pay every bill?They're everywhere, They hear!They're far, but so near! \/\/\/Mass hypnosis! Hand of doom!Global slavery! No tune!Mass Hypnosis! Grand Illusion!Global Slavery! Diffusion!
.love like thunder;make yourself known
NightmareAwake, shaken;your dark breathstill on the surfaceof my thought.
Share SHAREShare my Breath with your Smile,Share my Dreams with your Light,Share my Dark with your Beauty,Share my Dance with your Fire,Share my Scream with your Silence,Share my Pain with your Flesh,Share my Love with your Eyes.
House Of The DamnedHouse Of The DamnedThe ghost felt forgotten in the house of the damnedSince his wife and child had died in a car crashThe madness and depression had set inHe spent night after night in his officeListening to the voices in his headAnd writing in his journalShort stories, poems and observationsHe thought he had an unique talentA modern day Edgar Allan PoeAfter his death he hoped he would be famousHe sent his poetry to publishersBut always got a negative responseThe alcohol helped ease the painDampened down the negative thoughtsOne night everything fell apartHe played a piece of sad classical musicHe took a few pills and some red wineAnd a few more pillsHe kept taking them until he passed outThe housekeeper found him the next dayOnly two people attended the funeralThe housekeeper and the gardenerIt was a sad and lonely endBut then again it was not quite the endHe returned as a ghost to haunt his past domainAfter years of a soulless existence things changedA new
Love Me StrangerLove Me StrangerLove Me Stranger, I See You,Love Me Stranger, I Need You,Love Me Stranger, I'll Leave You,Love Me Stranger; I Know You?
I Don't Want To Be SmartIf Loving You Is StupidI Don't Want To Be Smart.
New SecretsNew SecretsYou never loved me,but I shared with you my little secrets.No, you didn't ask it.No, I didn't expect anything.I just felt so,and to proove to you my intentions.I never expected that you'll love me,but I couldn't imaginethat you'll tell my secrets to a dogand send him to get me!Why?Therefor I created new secrets,but again I want to share them only with you.
We Are The MachineBorn in deep cold silenceOf generator's hum.We are programmed to obeyAnd built to overcome.Shattered glass on the groundWelcomes us to lifeOf military dominance.Of agony and strife.We aren't just an army.We are the machine.Our minds are made of metal.Our wrath is cold and clean.Marching on in harmony,Blood upon skin green.We aren't just an army.We are the machine.Eating processed snack foodAnd gunning down our foes,We follow the tallestAs our empire grows.No one stands against usWithout being destroyed.We are the coming doomThat no one can avoid.We aren't just an army.We are the machine.Our minds are made of metal.Our wrath is cold and clean.Marching on in harmony,Blood upon skin green.We aren't just an army.We are the machine.Our cancer, the defects,Are glitched in the head.We find those afflictedThey all end up dead.We must never questionOur existence as slaves.As control brains monitorOur radio waves.We aren't just an army.We are the machine.
The Princess of SorrowOnce upon a time, there was a kingdom. A peaceful, contented, sleepy sort of kingdom - with white towers and green forests, with apple trees and blueberry patches, with small ponds and red-roofed houses. It was a prosperous land where life was ever the same. Of course, this kingdom had a king and the king had a palace, built out of gold and ivory. In the palace, the ruler lived with his family - his wife, a prince and a princess. The royal family also looked like they were made of gold and ivory - they had pale skin, and they had curls, delicate like golden threads. The king loved his family very much and admired their beauty, especially the little princess', who had the sky in her eyes.In that peaceful kingdom, they lived for a long time, for the fields were fertile and hardly any work was necessary. There were no worries in the kingdom, until one day a storm came to ravage the land.For many days, the storm screamed and raged, until there was no more food and no more rest for the
Eros is WarEros is WarI just love youand I just need to confess it to you,every night, every day, every hour.I just love youand I just need to see you,every night, every day, every hour,Even though you ignored me,like I wasn't there.Ignoring... the worst thing.But I was lucky,lucky enough, to scare you.You must know that I didn't want this,but I was lucky,and you started a war.All this time I was fighting myself.At last you became my enemyand now I have a chance,because you know; Eros is War.
For The HeartHope Is For The Mind,For The Heart You Need Faith.
CYBORGIACYBORGIAHe was no easy boyShe was no human fleshHe used to dream so hardIt was no easy lifeBut then he turned aroundAnd saw her perfect faceHe didn't wonder howHe didn't think behindBut then he traced the pastIt made him think for nightsHe wouldn't speak too muchBut that was not so weirdHe always was aloneNobody ever askedHe tried to kill his dreamIn Love with Cyborgia!He grew enough to killBelieve it couldn't beBut they would met againHis dream had never diedHe reached to say a wordShe turned her back againShe was no human fleshBut had a girly soulShe needed to be lovedBut never wanted himShe couldn't find oneAnd he was watching stillShe started walk aroundA secret no one foundAs he would never speakIn Love with Cyborgia!But then a night came throughFar from a distant truthShe had to find a placeAnd make a great escapeAnd now he was aloneWith not a little eyeAwaiting in the darkHe's fading into sadIn Love with Cyborgia!And now time has passed
galaxiesEven the brightest galaxieshave their fair shareof blackholes
DEVIL'S GOT MY NUMBEREach time I tried to talk to god,I copped the busy tone.I tried another number,got the devil on the phone!"Could I please speak to God?"But he was on another call.The devil said, "I'll help you out!Just leave your number and your soul!"Six years, six months, six days,I sold my soul to Satan.He said my life was gonna changeBut dammit, I'm still waitin'!The devil's got my number!And the devil's got my soul!The devil's got my number!Is he ever gonna call?Hell, Lucifer's excusesare the father of all lies!He stands at only 5 foot 2with dark and fiery eyes.I've seen him in another place,I can't remember where.Or in another smiling face,but oh, the devil, he may care!Six years, six months, six days,I sold my soul to Satan.He said my life was gonna changeBut dammit, I'm still waitin'!The devil's got my number!And I'm sitting by the phone.And I expect,he'll call collect,from somewhere far away, unknown.And then one night it happened,I got home a little late.My
Story Time.You are an open bookIn a language that I cannotRead.