a spawn of heaven
touched by hell
an imperfect perfection
she`s pieces made into whole
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she is the sun
out into space
pulling me towards her
she burns out my oxygen
gets me dizzy
she brings a warm feeling of home
lights my life
an escape from the solitute and coldness of space
but she`s big and shines bright
and the pull towards her immense
i`m going faster and faster
i can`t slow down
i cannot stop
she burns brighter and brighter
i`m getting hot
i`m going blind
it`s starting to hurt
i burn
there`s no escape
it`s too late
she is my death, dressed as a goddess from a distance
she can only be admired from far away
far, far away
where she is alone
just like I am
either I stay away and we both live the rest of our lives in solitude
or get close for a moment for the warmest feeling
and then,
I shall burn
Saturday, June 15, 2019
Monday, May 6, 2019
mis-.
Nothing hurts more
that to hear that everything you`ve been feeling
was in your head
that the other person never felt that way
that there wasn`t a "thing" between you
that it was just you
that it was all just a misinterpretation-
a fantasy that you`ve been living in,
alone.
that to hear that everything you`ve been feeling
was in your head
that the other person never felt that way
that there wasn`t a "thing" between you
that it was just you
that it was all just a misinterpretation-
a fantasy that you`ve been living in,
alone.
Tuesday, January 22, 2019
Aborn
Here I stand now in the rain
I thought my sins would wash away
But instead a steep reminder
Of pain- suffer, and disgrace...
I hoped I`d get to see you more
To meet the well that you call soul.
I ruined it all, I stumbled- and failed
And by my own means I watched you fade
Here I stand now in the rain
The pain of you won`t wash away,
I thought that I could fill your void
But instead I got myself destroyed
And as I stand here in the rain
A warlike feel that`ll never fade
A leaning whisper I thought I hear
A passing feeling that feels so near
The light of sorrow commands the night
A fleeting promise, my dread`s demise
The blackness lurking is now my friend
A new begin-
aborn from end.
Saturday, January 12, 2019
Friday, January 11, 2019
Wednesday, January 9, 2019
Even if I don`t feel that way, I can`t help but love this kind of songs↬
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