carpe diem. seize the day.
I'm trapped, he saysMe too, she whispers,for a longer time than you.He reaches out his hand, clenching on hers tightly.If that's so, let's stick together.Their eyes smile at each other.She grab on him, standing up, feeling safe, He put her out of her misery.How warm, his hand; how pretty, his eyes.They walk into the darknessThis time, they have no fear.The warmth that comes from the hand and reaches the heart has distinguished every single kind of negativity.He's here, she says to herself.She's here, he speak to himself.We are not alone, no, not anymore.
I can feel death sleeping beside meGently and soundlesslyI fail to see him during daytimeBut I do when I close my eyes.He was the captain of maritimeOrdering its shadows toCoat me up like wave tidesEndlessly seeking for an opportunity To choke me up and drown me down by brutality.Death is a flow of darkness Cold but rather warmHarsh but rather gentleSnarling but rather smiling.
You are blooming with happinessThat little smile of yours is the poem in my heartAnd that remains forever.
A broken soul
I have nothing to offer Just waves of depression.I'm drowned
A free thinker
My actions follow the rules But my mind does not.I am a failure product of sick education systemBut my soul is not.I am free. And I let no one touch me.I am humble. And I let nothing changes that.I have had a visionThat I finally break free from the indecisionThat alas, I found my place and my love.Lust for love, lust for life, lust for freedom.I tried to succumb to the systematic and purposeful and productive lifestyle but everything is pure collision. WellWe all know that life is purposelessWe were just trying to feel fulfilled.So we created the purpose. But that's not what I wantI think freeAnd that will remain for eternity.
I've got two sidesOne that follow the rulesAnd one that wants to break free.
The sky is dark and the morning is greyThey say that the world is ending this way.
Step by stepWe stomp on the knives That scattered over the placeForever bleedingWe feel no painBeauty, red roses, dripping bloodVampire, beauty.Until the blood turns blackPitch. Black And that's when the light turns offQuiet, shush.The world is sleeping, and it's snoring loudly.It's just another comedy.Wait for the lights to turn onWill we make it?Are we willing to wait for it?I am sleepy, I am tired.Can I not?We die the same way, anyway.
I don't feel like myself anymore.What can I do when all of my beliefs suddenly doesn't make sense anymore?I tried so hard not to stress myself out.I tried so hard to chase the sadness away from me.I didn't know it came from me. And it will live inside me, for eternity.I can feel the storm coming.The thunder's rumbling.The wind blowing.Fierce, and yet so gentle.Gentle enough to not kill me.Just cradle me to sleep.
This is how we end the worldNothing is requiredJust a broken soulAnd some blurry pieces of memories.