Maybe, I'm tired of Second rate contact Halfhearted hearts Secondhand love Half priced time Meeting world's apart Everything for sale Maybe I want something Far beyond the physical More than this temporary Expendable life has to offer
Perhaps, I'm a gypsy nomad Bound by earthly restraints Waiting to be found By another lost traveller For our stars to cross Set my famished soul on fire Past the pain threshold
Because, I have trekked off course I am not of flesh, nor bone I do not inhabit this corpse Not one safe place Nowhere to call my own And yet; I'm still searching beyond Trying to reach home
God, You're such a tortured artist Suffering for your craft So edgy and dark Night doesn't stand a chance Morose, devilish ghost How you dance with solitude Won't let anyone close You'll only break their heart No one could possibly understand
Chain smoking Lovers, like old cigarettes You must burn through A deck a day With that cold, steel gaze Oh, but you're too troubled Living those wretched blues Such a bad case Swimming in delusion You, with the superiority complex
Oh, Though how you give them a taste They won't soon forget Smoke seeping in pores Walking as God among mortals Believing we should all falter Before your divine splendor Selective, secretive Hold a cold shoulder Why do they even bother But, God... Do they ever
You came in as a drifter Both of us, loners Two misfits on the run I knew I couldn't hold you long Nothing would tie you down Not even the strength To our unshakable bond
Even keeping arm's length I was always yours Never were you mine I guess that's the price you pay When you love selflessly I was happy to serve the time Lead myself away in shackles Committing the ultimate crime
Certainly, falling for you Was a death sentence Or, so you say And loving me; your undoing Naturally, we saved each other From ourselves From inevitable destruction We destroyed "us" beautifully
But, Tell me, my dear Are we really pioneers Of our foolish hearts Are we better off Having drifted apart Or, have we simply Done more harm than good Because I still love you As I should
Missing you is like an illness Making me sick the more I am deprived of your presence Each vibrant memory Is a deadly infestation Slowly eating away at me An angry, raging disease Spreading through my entire body Every passing day without you Impales my trembling lungs And leaves it harder to breathe
You're terminal, homicidal Cancerous, malevolent Heroin coursing my corrupted veins Impairing my clearer thinking Disrupting my better judgment You've left your methane mark Hellbent on poisoning my heart I cannot rid your affliction Once you were my antidote Now, you're my arsenic And I am ravenous, rabid For a cure; anything to settle Your contagious infection
I need something; give me something wonderful... #soul#touch
Lately, I've been craving touch Nothing sexual I mean; the sensual kind Intimacy you can only feel When magic caresses your soul An angelic voice calling Golden dreams to hold Gentle, healing water Lapping over forsaken wounds Washing away stains of time Urging a stagnant heart awake After lying dormant Something miraculous To save me from myself...
A warzone is still a warzone No matter the battle waged There might'nt be guns firing But, instead foul mouths spitting Raised fists enraged Casualties barely surviving Like, a misdirection of bullets Ricocheting from a different page Violence is always violence No matter the kind It could be as deadly as silence Or, as vicious as spiteful words Intended to hurt Threats and fields of mines Similar to a soldier Behind enemy lines Crossing dangerous borders Trespassing territory base Forgive me for assuming Home is meant to be safe
Still can't quite put it into words.. #island#sleep (Celebrating 1000 follows )
There's a demon in my sheets Suffocating the air I breathe Grabbing me in a chokehold Stealing my very soul I struggle with its wrestle Pinned to the bed But, I am not scared It's a familiar prison Inside my head A horrific prism Where time is not of essence Clocks have ceased Paralysis becomes possession And sleep a terminal disease
It's always the same situation In the midst of dreams I'm thrown Into night terror realm Where ghostly figures roam In a strange way; I am not afraid Forcefully I've been chained to stay Their pitch black glares Don't make me feel so alone They all grin in sinister union Welcoming me home Back to their island of nightmares
Welcome to the circus Come, join the marching parade You're among friends now No need to be afraid Pick out a fancy masquerade Let us play charades
Here, is nowhere You can be anyone you like You've entered Neverland We all understand your strife If you ask me of my story I'll graciously reply, "I've been driven To the edge of insanity By the madness of society I only belong to crazy minds"
I hear you question, who am I? Well, my dear it's hard to say I could be anyone of these performers You see here before you today I wouldn't call myself the ringleader No, an absurd thought indeed I'm just a wandering soul The same as you; longing to be freed
Perhaps, I'm the tightrope ballerina Dancing upon life's barb wire Maybe I'm the mystique Fortune teller Selling the art of a liar At best, a tragic joker Poking fun at my own expense Or, the flexible marionette Controlled by strings Easy to forget Stashed with the other Fragments and things
Who could I be? More importantly for me Which do you want more Than anything else Because I'm sure If you had the choice You'd rather stay yourself
I've been a liar, been a thief Been a lover, been a cheat.
-Ed Sheeran & Marshall Mathers (River)
Like the silences speak volumes when you care enough to listen. Like the blank pages contain stories of ends that had no beginning. Like the spaces between the stars hide cosmic secrets within. The gaps between these pretty words conceal a zillion ugly sins.
I feel like something dying inside me A feeling that was never too strange, A desire that I dreamt all these days along, A need that I craved for ages but never considered to be fulfilled
I can't say what it is Even I know what it can be called Like a frozen cloud that could never rained Like a rotten bud that plucked just to be crushed
Yes, it hurts like tearing all your viens together Breaking all your bones, but it's alright.. It must hurt a lot more than this So I can learn how not to want it anymore..
I cried till I cough pulled my hair Cuffed my heart Punched my pillow And buried my face in it.
I must celebrate, For losing the last thing That can make me sad Even That is the only thing That can make me want to live I never wanted this pain But I tasted it now, Not just now, for days and months