Butterflies in Camouflage

A thousand wings lay before me,
Turning to dust with fading colors,
Memories engraved in those tinted frames,
Reflecting the lives of our long gone brothers.

Symbols of happiness, freedom and change,
Fly fleetingly by our self shortened lives,
Bleeding for others against our will,
In life, we do what we must to survive.

We live because we are alive,
Though with different colors we are the same,
Speak to me about the definitions of a barbarian,
Whom kill their own kin on a false claim.

In hundreds and thousands, they fell like rain,
All in the name what they think important,
Have our kind not lived without them once before?
Or were they worth the lives that were paid?

What once was freedom,
What once was joy,
Was now playing Soldier as little children,
To being one and sleeping in soil.

Innocent or not,
Those powdered wings beat,
Till they're torn and worn out,
There is no option as to retreat. 

A thousand wings lay before me,
Turning to dust with fading colors,
Memories engraved in those tinted frames,
Reflecting the lives of our long gone brothers.

Just Dreams

Once upon an unfitful slumber,
I dreamed of things that were not to be,
Of fish that flew and ponds of clouds,
And of course, you and me.

I dreamed that I finally had strength,
To say what I've always wanted to say,
And not think about how stupid I would sound,
It was finally the day.

There was a smile on your beautiful face,
Joy that danced in your eyes,
You said nothing but held me close,
For you, I'd roll Love's dice.

Love was gentle,
Love was kind,
But who could say?
What love was truly like?

I ceased to breathe right then and there,
The happiest I've ever been,
I started to cry and right after that,
I realized it was just a dream.

My pillow was wet,
My face was sticky,
My soul probably knew,
That this wasn't a possibility.

Sorrow in my sleep,
Constant yearning during the day,
Unreachable fantasies in my dreams,
I just wanted all of them to go away.

I love you now,
I loved you then,
Even if I were to forget you,
I'm sure I'd fall for you all over again...

Untitled Pain

It haunts me,
This strange and lonely place,
In which I fade in and out of,
At a very dangerous pace.

Bit by bit, I become deaf to the world,
Endless mourning and weeping rang through my ears,
Though I can hear it, it cannot hear me,
It could see through my eyes, but only I could feel its tears.

As if a previous life had once again opened its eyes,
Only to witness the ultimate betrayal,
The heart of an immortal, broken to bits,
But what I see are storms of hail.

In between reality,I see it,
A body crushed under tons of debris,
Flesh stripped away by stones from the sky,
Its tortured soul weeps for eternity.

It curses and cries, screams and shouts,
Till its all I can hear, driving me insane,
I cannot sleep, I cannot think,
Taking its toll on me, day after day.

These people, called Immortals,
Live forever but to what cost?
emotional pain that led to one's death,
They're soon reincarnated but their sorrow is never lost.

I painted pictures of what i saw,
Of ruined castles in valleys of ice,
Desolate, dark, foreboding,
And bodies that were frozen but still alive.

The betrayal cut so deep,
Agony manifested and took control,
After the pictures were done,
I shot them all.

There was no bullet but yet I was bleeding,
At last the crying finally grew softer,
But the lights started to go out as well,
Maybe we no longer have to suffer.

With closed eyes, I see nothing but darkness,
The voice saying that it doesn't want to open its eyes ever again,
As we both die, the pain resonating through me begins to fade,
My last prayer went to the insane, the ones in love and especially the damned.