A Cry for Help

Things I can't explain, yet i wish i could complain, tears and screams are all in vain, if you are here you are here to stay, if you come just go away, i wont live another day, you are making my life gray, I wish you'd just run astray, for this to disappear i daily pray, i wish it were a dream, i wish it were untrue, How could God turn out to be so cruel. A cry for help, my ultimate yelp, and death runs with stealth, and gets rid of you body as slowly as gambling eats wealth. So I convey this emotion, which in my mind causes a commotion. I can’t control how it easily breaks my soul. It seems like in its story I play the victim’s role. And though the end is abrupt, I quickly give up, I have no strength in me, and so I’m going to make this easy. I terminate this lullaby, which leads to my last goodbye, I search for no recognition, I search for no pride, I finish this saying I enjoyed the ride.

One night in Amsterdam

When I was walking through amsterdam
I realized Id no longer see uncle sam
My wrists were bound my hands were tied
I knew it was to be the day I died

And now the virus creeps in
Feeding off my latest sin
You hold the antidote in your hands
Yet you turn it into sand

You are killing me with every stare
You caught me helpless unprepared
And like a child I keep giving in
To your hypnotizing grin

And now the virus keeps creeping in
Feeding off my latest sin
You bare the cure to withstand
My disease on command

Masochism is the latest trend
There is no need to pretend
Looking for ways to live this lie
My mind knows its for the best but my heart refuses to comply

And now I'm grasping my own skin
So it won't tear apart or fall in
Masochism is the latest trend
Loving you kills me. Allow yourself to bend.

And now this is my demise
My soul crawls into your eyes
What you don't grasp or comprehend
Is that when this begins so does my end.

Industrious Rebel

This industrious revolution
I've been held accountable for
I offer no resignation or solution
The real question is do you want more

No premise is necessary
To foreshadow my downfall
I already know what is coming
I know I am death's ultimate goal

Whisper slowly in my ear
the things you used to desire
Do it slowly make it clear
What you wish you may acquire

But I am the industrious rebel
Who goes against the game
Come with me take a chance
You just might be the one who makes me tame

And as you slowly open your eyes
Understand that this will suffice
The devil is on our side
Yet it is god whom is our guide

I am the industrious rebel
Who goes against the game
Don't let go come in closer
Know that this leap is not in vain

I am the industrious rebel
Who fell in love with your eyes
I am the industrious rebel
Whom you have made his own soul despise

The Silents Soul preach to the Ghoul

There was once this silent soul
Who dared one day to speak
He encountered a vicious ghoul
And fell into an endless pit

On his way he realized
That he had been eternally doomed
His fate was crystallized
His greatest demons from the darkness loomed

And then a streak of light soared through the abyss
Unfolding into clarity
he learned that you need to first be oblivious
To be able to achieve humanity

And on his way he realized
That He had been forsaken
From that day he crossed the line
He regreted ignoring the road not taken

Return he did when he found the answer
To that unresolved mind eating cancer
He had to write his story down
Before he would in his emotions drown

Kind are the eyes that understand
The collision's passionate disaster
I don't know where this dillema will land
While we proceed to a new chapter

On Past Ghosts

I'd cry a thousand times in silence before id shed a tear in front of you
Words in my mind ill quiet down, not a chance you'll see them across my mouth pass through...

Ive had not a moment of regret but many of sorrow thinking that i could have had you today but didn't out of fear of what would have been tomorrow
So how is that everytime your face blooms out of nowhere into my every aching thought, I receive it, not only with rejoice, but with eagerness to see what memory you have brought, relentless of the fact that it may not be sugar to sweeten present times, but a salt to ru in my clearly open wounds, Wounds that you have caused.

It all started with a faint smile you threw unknowingly my way. but which with you successfully managed to send cupids arrow across my heart forever making it bleed, now undying, but weak. It makes my once silent soul dare to speak. My lips to unfold and secrets reveal, my heart ending up more open than before. careless though, of those around letting words flow, which were a day ago not found, making music out of what was barely a sound, my once groundless body become forever earthbound.

But ghost of my past which dares to haunt my present, what is the price, an ear to hear your deadly words? My eyes to see the truth? My lips to remember those hell filled kisses? Or my tounge to speak those words which I only dare, even today, speak to you?

On Dry

Are you finally in for the kill

Because your life's sucking me dry

Hold me still hold me now

I'll fucking break down and cry

Rip my skin, Drink my blood,

If that makes you feel alive,

I'll keep giving in, I'll let you

Until you drop down and die

I'll live forever, my soul will rise

My hair runs through open fields

Yet I'm sitting in, hold no surprise

It is you who will yield

So, Rip my skin, Drink my blood

Into your brain it will dive

I'll keep giving in, I will let you

Live out your lie.

On the Past

I'd cry a thousand times in silence before id shed a tear in front of you

Words in my mind ill quiet down not a chance you’ll see them across my mouth pass through….

Ive had not a moment of regret but many of sorrow thinking that i could have had you today but didn’t out of fear of what would have been tomorrow.

So how is that every time your face blooms out of nowhere into my every aching thought I receive it, not only with rejoice, but with eagerness to see what memory you have brought, relentless of the fact that it may not be sugar to sweeten present times, but a salt to rub in my clearly open wounds, Wounds that you have caused.

It all started with a faint smile you threw unknowingly my way. But which with you successfully managed to send cupids arrow across my heart forever making it bleed, now undying, but weak. It makes my once silent soul dare to speak. My lips to unfold and secrets reveal, my heart ending up more open than before. Careless though, of those around letting words flow, which were a day ago not found, making music out of what was barely a sound, my once groundless body become forever earthbound.

But ghost of my past which dares to haunt my present, what is the price, an ear to hear your deadly words? My eyes to see the truth? My lips to remember those hell filled kisses? Or my tongue to speak those words which I only dare, even today, speak to you?

On Beauty

\What is beauty, and what does it cost?

Will paradise felt then, be forever lost?

Is it notorious, or is it inside?

Will its secrets be told, or will others forever them hide.

It consists of crystalline eyes, which no realities see.

A Carmine mouth, which no truth can speak.

Perfect ears, which listen to the loudest known silence,

And an unabridged nose which can smell not the strongest incense.

Blood stained cheeks,

Those never do blush.

Like it happens to me,

When speaking with a past love interest.

Soft tender hands with perfectly trimmed nails,

Yet to feel the softest skin they will forever fail.

What about the feet rarely attached to the floor?

They feel no pain, no ecstasy, never are they even sore.

Yes at first

Stricken by her beauty you will be

But hear me once and forever

It is not for free.

No matter how natural it may appear,

Its mask she paid for to hide her fear.

It is plastic, and hollow within,

It has no past, no present no future, it has never… been.

On Pain

Scourging through my veins

The fire burning through my flesh

Dissolves into yours.

My nose captures your every scent

Lips taste the salt of tears flowing through your velvet tainted face.

You say you don’t care

You say its all in the past

You say its all better this way

There was no way that it could last

So I taste your bittersweet tears

Which tell me a story of romance

The story of two passionate lovers

Who never really had a chance.

On Love

Love is the reason due to which,

The heart’s slow putrefaction,

Finds no pain, but seems,

Within a universe of eternal solitude,

Purpose filled.

It’s the reason,

A lover dares to jump lacking wings.

Fearless, for if fallen,

Believed it is, that their bleeding heart’s beholder,

Will catch them before they land amidst a sea of needles and stones.

While they themselves stand on top of their cutting heads

Not in agony, in eagerness to be found arm in arms with their life fan.

Then with time,

Lovers won’t try to fly anymore,

But will be willing to just reunite with their counterpart,

Yet after a not so long while, the counterpart grows weary,

They can no longer be called beholders of pumping lungs of life.

And when the lover falls,

He does fall,

Into the needles,

Against the stone,

And a once love bleeding heart,

Bleeds still, but now of hate and sorrow.

And the counterpart falls as well,

But into another person’s life,

Into another persons love

And now beholds another person’s heart.

On Missing

I’ll miss the nothingness inside of me when I failed to hear you say my name, I’ll miss the porcelain feel of your skin now corrupted by sun, sand and rain. I’ll miss your eyes misting up with tears after our traditional morning fights, but mostly I’ll miss missing you while I lay in someone elses arms tonight.

On Whispers

The wind blows in my ear whispering slowly all the memories that within it holds, the crying daughter over the abusive father, the Bride kissing the unfaithful groom, two parents holding their murdered child, two lovers parting ways, and then one last but valuable thing, heaven, a moment, in which two people join together and their care for the rest of the World is inexistent, for their only World is each other.

Largas son las noches

Largas son las noches

Las horas imprevistas

Llorando lágrimas de sangre

Porque tu no estas aquí

Acidas palabras

Que carcomen mi alma

Deshaciéndola poco a poco

Desde esa noche en que partí.

Zumban mis oídos

Con la amarga melodía

Que canto ese viento esa mañana,

En que al despertar ya no te vi.

Eras mi instrumento,

Mi ingrata herramienta,

Para sentirme viva,

Muerta el día q te perdí.

Ahora respiro solo por ese momento,

Ese momento en que total angustia,

Esa semilla mía y tuya,

Vi por vez primera sonreír.

De incendio lleno están mis días,

Ahora es cada minuto,

El que yo disfruto,

Porque ella me enseño a vivir.

Ahora por respeto

Con el susurro más discreto

Te miro desde lejos,

Y dejo solo sin sonrisas, verte arrepintiendo.