human

Close and gone

And the world is in rounds and rounds
Of human flesh, driving insanity deep
Within reach of no earthly hand.
And then she stood up on purpose
And walked away as if the times are bad,
Waiting for me across the street,
She left in hurry when I didn’t make it through.
All I knew was what I had lost
When in times I had some errands to hide
And she stood there waiting and still
But her patience gave up within.
Chanting inside words of belief
But I never really came back
And dare did I say,
“My art left me in stills”
She made me sinister to be;
With ashes and wood and fire
On an endless path of lusty desire.

An array of emotions

Of all the things happening right now
On this terribly lost and cold earth
It isn’t hard to see the nector of love
Cradled by our fantasies.
At least I see it clear as a memory
The love that I saved for your embraces since long
Wanting to be touched by rays of tenderness
Humility must not come between us.
Can’t you see it my Siara
This love in my deeds that I hope to get
This love in my deeds that I hope you see
Is it that hard to see at all?
Why wouldn’t you come for me
That man in black must be a real surprise
I think not of your lustrous pleasure
I hope he gives it all away anyways.
Why must a man like me suffer
Should you come in this moment
Why must the devil run to his doom
Must I win only today?
My win is nothing suprising
But everything is, was, and will be
Don’t come near me only today
For today you are only a polluted sadist sack of bullshit.

An array of emotions

Of all the things happening right now
On this terribly lost and cold earth
It isn’t hard to see the nector of love
Cradled by our fantasies.
At least I see it clear as a memory
The love that I saved for your embraces since long
Wanting to be touched by rays of tenderness
Humility must not come between us.
Can’t you see it my Siara
This love in my deeds that I hope to get
This love in my deeds that I hope you see
Is it that hard to see at all?
Why wouldn’t you come for me
That man in black must be a real surprise
I think not of your lustrous pleasure
I hope he gives it all away anyways.
Why must a man like me suffer
Should you come in this moment
Why must the devil run to his doom
Must I win only today?
My win is nothing suprising
But everything is, was, and will be
Don’t come near me only today
For today you are only a polluted sadist sack of bullshit.

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Past

Past is  the room for distortion, for breaking the happy soul into two. Past is the state of mind that lingers around every once in a while and take away the little of peace that human life can accommodate. The truth is, past is wicked way to remind you that whatever you have done, whatever you are doing, and whatever you will do, there’s always someone watching you. No, you are not alone even in the hours of complete isolation.