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.
sentiments
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.
Memory blackholes
No matter how far I fly away, away from the traces of yesterday, still every once in a while I am reminded of my mortality. Life is a not a race and though individuals may compete amongst themselves but if we not cease by and reminisce the wounds of yesteryear we cannot hope for heavenly showers to fall down. Running away from facts can today yield something better but the habit of admitting to it will always break the foundation. No matter how hard the present it, face it, fight it and reason the worth of it.
Life was never a race. All you have to do is savor each flavor from the book of sentiments and apply it somewhere witty.
Life a life worth living. Give it a reasonable meaning.
insanets 