It’s the darkness under your bed
Lurking right behind your head
Racking up your brain, forcing you to think insane
Giving rise to your fears, making you feel like shit
It’s the white spots you see when you close your eyes
Not wanting to see anything that reflects light
It’s the puny thoughts of failure, of being alone
Which drag you down to your personal hell
And then they come and say
“Hey, why are you so depressing?”
It’s not m
You, it’s that.
That thing which is dark, circling the drain, about to drown
And you say, “I am sorry for spoiling your mood.”
While dying and withering away in the darkness which is your own.
It is simple, if you ask me
There’s a straight face, with a slight wrinkle
Faces make facade, make up is their war
Paint a smile, and away they go
Pretending, deceiving, all in sync
Like a movie, slides changing
Same message, different tone
The usual, the monotonous voice droning on
It’s just a wrinkle on a smooth face.
Why is it so that the rain falls, the wound festers, hurts to age, as time passes by, in the night lands of the dark side of life?
The wound festers so, maggots make their homes, wriggling, writhing in pain, the image pains me to draw into existence my woe!
Meanwhile the rains falls, soaks me to the bone and I wonder if you know how it feels
How it feels to burn in the in the shadows of the night, for the stars are the only respite from the dreadful frightening scene
Of my eternity, my endless suffering, my romantically morose mindless heart.
I carry the load, I burn the fire using ash, like phoenix reborn every time.
Sigh on the lips, forming a good bye, a sweet blissful end, I hope to lie forever under the damp soil.
Caress the words, put them to sleep
Sing them a lullaby and send them off to bed.
For a better tomorrow, a new story.
A fresh start, another beginning.
Spinning words, entwining lines on paper
Putting ink dots, crossing all the T’s
In a single file, like military.
Words will rise, from the ashen mouth
Words will rise, like the sun in the sky
From the womb of the horizon and shine.
Who is there but me for you?
Little bitter, but with love so true.
Catch me off guard, if you ever will.
Never will you see me again, down the alley of tribute
Gone are the days of pardon
Gone are the days of mercy.
You will die for betrayal, if ever
And I will smile as they put you out.
The city is not what they claim it to be
People are not what they seem to be.
Sadness doesn’t last forever
And happiness is not a reality
Erasing memories is difficult
More difficult is when people just get up and leave
Life is short, as they all say
So why does each second passing by feels like an open wound
Just waiting to bleed out.
City has people, walking it’s paths
Crosses and intersections
Buildings turned into homes
Life breathed into the concrete jungle
And without them, the city will fall.
Love is not as blissful as the stories claim it to be
It’s sadness and longing mixed into one.
The utter bother of it all, breaks the heart into two.
Just like time, a ticking wound.
The days of freedom, I have never known
Days of reckless joy, breathless laughter is beyond me
Those summer days, carefree ways
What are they but words to me?
Something to long for, to earn from life
Caged, we see the winter moon
There is no spring to welcome the warmth
The yellow streak, the natural light
The hope it brings, the celebration of rich harvest.
Those summer days are always tomorrow
And today we face the snow.