k121widowmaker

who is your god? your biggest mystery? where is your hero when all you have left is your misery? the endless nights soaking in cathode rays your eyes start to burn when you couldn't cry anymore screen goes black your heart stops beating you've never felt so empty as colours fade into your past stop mourning and come with me perhaps we can start over get the records spinning again make beautiful music without the black and white paint ourselves pretty pictures and sing into the night but for now pointless words fill our souls for until we find each other we are all alone.

i struggle to put reason to why some people can just string words together to make something beautiful yet i lie here, slowly suffocating my muse wondering if any of this makes any sense i wait for my cue yet i do not know what that is is it the passing girl to my left? or the dusty footprints i make upon this barren land? cigarette trails and cathode rays do me no good they slowly suck the life out of me 1991 on my doorstep, and still no train to chase i guess knowing myself will be the death of me shakespeare can't save me, and neither can hemmingway orwell and atwood tell tales that men say are the "truth" but i have not foun

the paint drips gently from your eyes concealing the fragile skin underneath masking the beauty i have yet to know i can tell openness isn't your style you turn your head as the raven calls blind to my shadow, you turned to the moon swallowed the mirrors off your back and let the shards infest your heart but yet this darkness intrigues me the way you climbed upon that black horse of yours how stormclouds follow your every move and the way you destroy things i won't be your knight in shining armor for you are no damsel in distress you seem to enjoy your current state riding on, succumbing to your fate waiting for your dark eyes

lost in the sheets ghosts of lovers past as the snowflakes fell we danced on thin ice wondering when the dream would end hands held tight kept us from falling our hearts imprisoned we stared at empty souls secretly praying it would come through it was getting colder our fingers getting number lips carved with silence neither of us could speak hoping we wouldn't let go gramophone in the distance playing our favourite song we moved through the night caressed the fireflies that fluttered in our hearts then stars began to fall melting the ice below falling into our graves burning lights of tokyo in the distance it was time

married to the window sills of your first-floor balcony late that night, i watched the stars creep right underneath your skin smiled as i tried to recall your name tried to stare into your big bright eyes the ones that spun the tales of the universe but the words began to fail me you buried your head into your pillow lost in your forest of dreams, you lived out mine memories shattered like broken glass concience torn apart into tatters fear and doubt ate through my porcelain heart mourning what wasn't even there gently weeping, i was gone in a flash dazed in dreams living under storm clouds i wondered about all the rain outsid

that big black cloud hanging over me tossed my soul straight into the sea you asked me why the sky was falling i said no reason, i just forgot my umbrella take me back to nineteen nintey-one where the stars weren't drowned by the city lights open fields bursting with scarecrows to kill and birds that flew in circles, not knowing where to go when did the raindrops start falling how is it that they fall only over me? answers to questions hidden in the stars drifting endlessy in the place called home what can be decided for our souls traversing the streets like fallen ghosts hearts all made out of cellophane eyes carved out of sty

streetlights in the night and whispers in the dark telling stories passed in the wind there's nowhere to stay tonight send a postcard from your heart in this faraway place black horses dance with destiny under the canopy of the universe the distant stars of the show never made it to the stage worried how you would react if seven seas stood between us perhaps even whole solar systems hurry hurry, give me a call my voice is only a touch away i was never one for words perhaps you can sing instead to keep my heart beating when the days and nights are long anchor my soul from floating into darnkess i'll fall into your bed and

seven weeks of madness driving down this dusty road i see life in your eyes lighting bonfires in empty fields we're too young to die here to the songs of our fleeting youth we sang along like little children into the night we danced into darkness burning scarecrows along the way when our van ran out of gas staring at the stars, we made crop circles the warmth of our hearts was all we had left listening to the nightsongs that kept us from dying we continuned to sing like little children as we watched reality slip beyond our reach as the last midnight approaches we still search the paths we have left to tread with only the flee

time passes as memories tear me to shreds find another thread to hold me together knit me a heart that will never break tie the strings that will keep our souls together weave the fabric that will keep us warm tonight waste not another night if we fall, then we fall together like the days we searched for those empty streetlights skipping stones by the light of the moon singing on the streets, we pressed on. undress the facade that hides this feeling keep your words in my face i can still feel you in my blood i can still trace the lines of your face, hear my name coming from your lips i can still remember when you knew my name

her soul searches for an oasis she knows does not exist her body and mind a shell of what they used to be pins and needles prick at her concience yet her nerves seem to be playing the same song over again like trying to read words on a page without direction comprehension of who she is, is ever so elusive her dress glides blissfully like the ghost of her soul as she traverses beautifully through the fringes of existence beyond her eyes a world of feeling awaits deep in the bowels of her heart beats a horror story an ocean of emotion flows in her beautiful blood as the ground trembles at the sight of her feet like atoms in a molecu