HomeComing

The smell of rain reaches not this land,
Neither does beauty nor love,
Ugly things come forth from darkness,
As it is forgotten by the world above.

Once upon a time did this magic place prosper,
Based upon an intricate matrix,
Now that the catalyst had turned to dust,
Blood and poison is all that will mix.

One cannot say this place as barren,
For the beings here are not dead,
But neither are they truly living,
They no longer know fear nor dread.

Tears have fallen,
Tears have dried,
Old wounds torn open,
Because of hidden lies.

She flew back to her birthplace,
Now bedecked in shrouds,
It used to be her home,
But now it's just a house.

Big and empty,
There it stood,
Amongst the debris,
Of her broken childhood.

Many things have changed,
But her heart remained the same,
Ever scarred, ever fragile,
From playing life's game.

Maybe she shouldn't have descended,
But stayed afloat in the clouds,
Where they covered the agonizing truth,
Where she was farthest from that house.

The smell of rain reaches not this land,
Neither does beauty nor love,
Ugly things come forth from darkness,
As it is forgotten by the world above.

How?

Look in the mirror,
What do you see?
What lies before you?
Or what they wanted you to be?

Scars of the past,
Have not yet faded away,
Retraced by trembling fingers,
The memories are still here to stay.

Sealed in a box,
Locked deep beneath the surface,
The whispers of a prayer,
To finally find a purpose.

Tell me how to breathe,
Once the air is poisoned,
Tell me how to dream,
When everything is dashed and broken.

With bloodied nails that stain the walls,
They grasp for the slightest hope,
Ten thousand leagues into darkness,
How is one to cope?...

Always The Same

A single window,
A thousand tears,
Stained in scarlet,
Painted with fear.

The window's sealed shut,
Frosted from the inside,
Purple-blue fingers try to scrape away,
Layer after layer of ice.

There is no escape,
There is no going back,
Its too late to regret,
When your bones begin to crack.

So it begins,
Death comes slow,
Agonizing as always,
But neither friend nor foe.

Under the snow,
Piled up so high,
Were others like you,
That were living to die.

What would you see,
Through the cracked glass,
Was it worth your pain,
Or was it worth your past?

Illusions are cruel,
They tell us sweet lies,
Is that what you saw?
In your last moments of life?

Just like the others,
Just like the rest,
Puppets in motion,
Up until death...

Rouge

I forgot how lovely it was,

The color of liquid rubies,

Nature's hidden treasure,

Released by beautiful tragedies.

The sound of breaking skin,

That sharp sensation that was once lost,

A sharp blade is all you need,

And X marks the spot. 

Breathe in its sickly sweet scent,

Far more intoxicating than any flower that was ever plucked.

Such a sensational phenomena, 

That it was something even mother earth failed to reconstruct. 

Warm when fresh,

Darker when touched by time,

The shadow's nectar, 

Ever so sublime...

There are those whom are entranced by this beauty of beauties,

Their wish was to drown in a sea of scarlet,

Eyes that glisten then fade to nothing,

Completely immersed in this taboo-ed pleasure...

Return

Everything is turning to ashes,
Right before my very eyes,
The light fading like before,
The shadows rise to embrace me.

Hot tears run down a face made of stone,
Only to turn into icicles and shatter like glass,
All that remained were bitter memories,
And mocking tales of a once sweet past.

Though broken, it reflected its dim light,
To finally experience as to what was joy,
After years of sorrow, suffering and darkness,
This miracle that supposedly was sent from up high.

Just a taste,
Just...one... little...tiny...miniscule...taste,
And it was yanked away,
Then left me drained and disgraced.

Was the light all but a tease?
To show us that no such oasis exists?
Sinking our remaining hopes without mercy,
Checking me off as another victim off its endless list...

In this abyss did I lie,
The familiarity, simply intoxicating,
Echoes of crying everywhere,
Penetrating my heart that had already bled itself dry...

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...