And letters are meant to be sent,
But mine are the ones who send me.
I'm nothing but a simple cent
They get to choose how to spend me,
And I have not the right to vent;
I live on the strength they lend me,
But they're the source of my torment
Yet they are the ones who mend me.
Now every letter needs to end,
But mine will be the ones to end me.
Like an autumn leaf, I'll stray away from a branch that never felt like mine, but I won't look for something to hold onto, and I'll never fight the winds of change.
Because it hardly matters where I go, it hardly matters what I do, it's always gonna be the same.
I can't even tell if I'm falling or rising half the time, and I refuse to look around and check, because it really doesn't matter..
If I keep floating forever, if I land in a river for a ride or if I fall to be a carpet for the other wandering, lost creatures, it's all the same to me.
Maybe there is a purpose to find, maybe something will spark my will to start looking again, but until then I won't bother anymore.
Because even if nothing really matters, if existence is pointless and everything is temporary... I can't help but love looking at the stars.
You're meant to be killed for fame
Their "mentally ill" is my game
You'll get to see my true face, but
Won't live to tell them my name.
Art takes skill, so watch my aim
Blood will spill, I'm not to blame;
Art should kill, for life is lame
I'll be your pill, I'll stop your pain;
Cause where's the thrill... in being sane?
I don't expect you to understand this
But to have the guts to call it madness?
Your corpse is wasted if it's not a canvas!
Humans are afraid of the little sadness,
But a masterpiece is garbage if it's harmless!!
I'm in love with perfection, I couldn't care less
If they call me a demon, or label me heartless.
My worst ambitio
Tender, the smell of molten glue:
A memory I'm proud to have
But yearn to forget.
Like that innocent cherry tree,
Who never wanted an artificial scar
Of our familiarized names on it's back.
Or the intimate sunny days,
Associated with your nominal presence
Forever comfortable, against their will.
And everything I've ever known,
Is refusing to look away from you
For even a single second chance...
Things will definitely change one day,
One way or another i'll be forced into life,
Or life would be forced into my side.
Just pray that whenever it happens,
-hopefully not before we die-
I'd still remember how to dream,
(We'd still remember how
It was raining heavily that night, the wooden bench at the very south of Marquil's Park was my only cover, and though I was very tired, I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. Not because of the rattling thunder storm, or the fatal cold or hunger, but because I was convinced that she'll come to see me, even in this relentless weather, at this ungodly hour and after everything I've done, I was almost certain, that at any moment, I would look through the fog, to see her running towards me, on all fours, her ears, flopping like a pair of wings, her eyes blossom as she sees my silhouette, her smile atones for all the broken street lights, as she rush
I know you're a million tears away;
A thousand years away from home.
I know the hugs I send your way
Might lose their value as they roam.
But please do trust me when I say
You're more than letters on my screen;
You're a sleepless night, a dreamful day.
And everything that's in between.
You're the raindrop melodies that I play,
To soothe the stars when they're in pain.
Cause stars feel safer when they sway
To notes I've crafted from your name.
[Closer to my puzzled heart
Than my ribs will ever be
Though we're physically apart,
You're closer than I am to me]
You know my words are always true
I can't force lies into my ink
Can't lie and say I had no clue,
Or say our hearts can beat in sync.
And I said "all the walls are blue"
You said "it's fine, just paint them pink!"
And just as weak, I'm human too
I also fell, before I would think.
So stay with me, just get me through
Get me high, let's dance and drink,
Nobody else, just me and you
Leave me no space to overthink.
Lost in your eyes, deep in the view
I'll never need to breathe or blink
Forgive me if I say "I love you too".
I want you to stay, but don't want you to sink.
I'm in no way running out of time
Time is the one that's running out,
I'm just a single frozen rhyme,
A play on words, not so sublime
Frozen somewhere deep in time,
Unheard, the melodies that I chime.
A word in such an illiterate clime
In which reading is the only crime.
I'm in no way running out of time,
Cause time was never even mine.
Time is the one that's running out,
I'm in no way running out of time.
How can I not trust you,
When you sincerely open your wounds,
And let them bleed in front of my eyes?
How can I not love you,
When your blood speaks directly to me,
While helplessly running out of warmth?
How can I not cry,
When every cell in your body aches
For the memories you've once called life?
How can I not be hurt,
When the memories you once lived for,
Are the same reason you now wanna die...?
How can someone's soul be so close
Close enough that I can feel it shaking.
But not close enough, not close enough
For me to keep it warm inside my arms...
I'm so sorry,
Because being sorry,
Is the best thing I can do.
Human emotions, I used
Have been stripped away
to nothing real.
They hover close, just
out of reach.
Behind the gray I cannot
A world of colour, depth
Began to leach and slowly
Highs and lows merge into
A trance like state with
I've been standing on the balcony for the last few minutes, blessing my ears with the calm ringing of this late night rain.
I find it pathetic, and yet relieving about the fact that, this mundane scene; the raindrops hitting the grey roads, vanishing in a moment, the streetlight nearby flickering, its dying light reflected on the dark puddle of water-it painstakingly reminds me of you.
However, the rain was never mundane for you, was it?
You love the rain, you love the calmness it radiates, you love the fragile beauty it bestows on this scathing world.
I loved the rain before I loved you.
I could stare into nothingness for hours