What scares me most is what is hidden
behind your sarcasm and denial.
What is it that you hide so well?
Your manipulative thoughts?
The ones you use to manipulate even yourself.

Bring your walls down
or face endless pain
that has been created by You.
They can’t take anything from you now.
You are protected, but only if you believe so…

Don’t ruin this part of me
the one that’s sane
and connects with reality
Life can’t always be a drama
or so people say
(Maybe they’re the crazy ones)
But why does it feel so dead
when life is deprived of it?

Why do people adore
what hurts them the most?
It’s always the ones who beg and boast
Their tortuous souls have left them to need
to sow their lives and plant their seeds
They are hosts
ambiguous figures that fly like ghosts.

Low fog
Gone below a soul
An old crow whispered,
“From Life I cry,
and regret the path I created…
Silence shades her eyes.”
His laugh, a wandering ghost
Seeking a song.

How do you stop someone from loving you?
As time passes away,
From day to precious day,
And your thoughts are lost
and drift away,
But your heart is never near,
Never forgetting,
Yet never clear.

You believe you are real.
I think you just steal.
Ruining my patience
and my time has run out.
I’m ending this now
by walking out on you.
Blessed art thou with your perfectionistic blues.
You torture me with your eyes
both telling me to stay and run away.
I won’t look at you anymore
’cause I only feel ruin.

I’m not bitter
but i do remember
that night you met me
forgotten times and destiny.

Our love spells we gave
to the world and
how I felt about you.

And those tireless nights
when we’d walk in the city lights…
We felt protected by their glow
as though they fit like a halo.

when the flame stares back at you
how long does it take
for your mind to race
from the time you had your first kiss
to the time you first made love?
it’s without bitterness and deceit,
without marked boundaries,
a place for your dreams to freeflow.
then you think of his face,
his laugh, his lips,
what brought you there
to feel the breeze at night…
to reminisce about that kiss.
that one kiss so long ago,
but hardly forgotten.
take a breath and receive,
receive that feeling inside,
a strong, stirring feeling,
like when you eat a cherry,
but it’s not the pit you feel
inside your stomach…
it’s the cherry itself,
the sweetness,
the temptation for another.

I wish I were you
   to bleed and not feel the pain
My wounds always regain
   consciousness, always torment me.

And the pain always remains…
   it’s always the same.

How can someone Feel so much?
   without wanting to disappear
and be nothing more?

I wish I were Everything
   and Nothing simultaneously.

I’m not a hero, just a fool
   who wants to just Be…