Insanity, Thought In Sanity

Thanks to the basic premonition skills, we are able to see our future of despair in greater depth..
Instead of a meaningless forecast that is clouded by a veil of doubt, a mirror reflects upon our longing for solitude..
That, is what we get from the imagery that the puppets of morrow cast upon the white screen of blurry daydreams we intendedly watch every single moment of our lives..
Maybe the solitude is the mourning of the future sigh that engraves our soul in deep..
But the realization perplexes our mind in a different perception than the usual, probably because we want our problems to be our solutions..
Our great escapes are our graves that bury us deep in immortal anguish we have to face all alone..
The help by psychotherapists and people of that sort is futile..
The demand is for a friendlier deed..
A hug is thousand times worth than a word, and will be a patch for that bleeding soul..
Yet, the clot will not be produced by hemophiliacs, and the loss will be deadly..
Our hands will smother the pure existence and excavate the identity, leaving only a body in sight...

People will begin to point a finger,
and you shall find yourself in a sanitarium
Now, you have an adjective for yourself that you might proudly show to what's left of you: thousands of unknown identities hiding deep beneath you,
those who succesfully climbed up the staircases from the daydreams of eternity..

Hope

'Twas I who banished thy hope, says a voice and I look around..
Surrounded by void, my search was encapsulated by the simple darkness..
A shiver hit my body with a slam as I started to give a staccato vibration..

Before, I was covered in a blanket called hope, and I used to call it home.
I remember the tender colors touching my skin as joy fed me from it's breast..

Then one day all perished.. Someone took it all away from me..
Well, actually only hope..
But with hope, all else began to fall apart like faulty friendships.
I shouted at them, told them to come back,
Promised them that I was going to embrace hope once more!
But all was void without the hope
And sound didn't like the void that much
So it remained as a useless vibration in me that turned into shivers..

I was cold and afraid, left alone in darkness
A child sucking his thumb, expecting ghosts...

The ghastly images of my past appears as I try to find grounds to stick my head in like an ostrich..
But in void, there's nothing but blackholes..
And if you get your head in one, the head might stick out of your butt or anywhere in the void
Yet the ghastly images will confront and haunt you with joy..

I tried to lure them away with treats, scare them away by threats
All failed..
And now I confront the biggest enemy of all: the realization
that the life I roll through is one that I cannot interfere with the word "my"
One is an interstellar traveler and the other is a vegetable...
Haha, laughters of joy..
and a sudden despair..

Now I reside in no void,
As my thoughts are immobilized by the despair I am drowning in...

Masterpiece Boredoms Superiority

As we figure the disfigured hallucinations
The simplicity surrounds us again
Unarmed, we surrender..

We think, we think of a way to escape
We think too deep and drown in unrelated thoughts
A way lost, a scavenger hunt..

We breathe, we rather breathe to well that the nostrils inflate to a massive amount that I can stick my whole life in
As I am controlled by the ultimate boredom, I do so, and a panty sniff..
I am passed out with the chlorofication of a story unleashed..
Surprised to see that it was me that spat on the handkerchief I was holding on to
and now I was choking on my own saliva..
Strangest moments surrounds me
Coming out of ultimate simplicity..

Petitioning the unwanted dream to a restless infinity
I scramble in my own motion to lance the abscess..
The portals to my own nothingness prevails as a wave of blister shovels my will..
It's down, it's down, says the shouts, and I shout along
It's a dance party, everybody sits down..

My my, the unknown voice says...

Snow

The first snow of the year
And you were not here..

You were not here with me
My arms still clinging to nothingness
I just want to give up and run home
Come back to you
Just to give you my love
Burning all inside
Melting all the snow that fell on me
As I was rumbling with feelings out in the cold..

A small trembling thought came hit me
No excuses..
I was struck down and never healed..
I never had the chance to get up
Covered by snow I was
And a gull swept past..
Watching it, I felt hopeless
That's how a thought struck me down..
One point to the winner,
I am completely down

It was the first snow of the year
My eyes looked around but you weren't here..

Dead Cold

Through that unbearable darkness bulges a shine..
It's a ray, I can see it with my eyes, the shape, the thickness.. it is a ray..
I ask myself, will one ray be enough? I look around, everything is so dark.. The ray tries to brighten the room.. But the darkness is too big.. and the ray is so small..
Then I realize that I left the lights out...

What are you? Where do you come from, then, you little ray, I ask.. It runs away and I lose its trail in the light.. I turn it all off, and there it is, crying right over at the corner of a melody..
I gently pat its back and feel it shiver.. It is as though my hands are dead cold.. I feel them.. My hands are dead cold..
Why did you come here, I ask, to show me that I forgot to turn the lights on? He slightly nods his head.. Am I that stupid? Do I need a poor little ray to descend upon my darkness to realize that the darkness is all my fault?
Why are you crying? I can feel it crying.. It has these little hicks with minute sobs.. I pat it on the back once more.. It shivers again.. My hands, dead cold..
It's.. it's too dark in here, it says. But I'll lose you if I turn the light on, right?
No, idiot, I'll be everywhere.. Besides you'll have plenty of rays, so you won't need me!
But.. but you are one special ray..
Oh come on! I am just a light cast on your stupidity, why would you need a ray that sticks that in your face? Well.. he is right in a way.. I let it go.. I turn the light on..
Rays fall on me.. I feel the heat..
My hands, dead cold..

Why are my hands cold, I ask..
BECAUSE YOU AVOID US! Whoa.. a choir! Only one of you, please..
Because you avoid us.. Because you don't want to be touched by the rays, you only want to see the brightness.. The light is cast upon you, not in you.. You don't let it go..
How.. How do I let it go?
Well, that's yours to find...

I sit down, thinking for weeks... My hands, still dead cold...

Shrieks in Darkness

When everything means nothing to me I suffer
All is nothing but a dead silence I can't take it anymore
And I am lost within the veil of darkness These feelings deep inside
Embrace me, oh my fate They keep hurting me
Embrace me stupendous void... And being unable to cry
Let my eyes never get used to darkness With eyes dried out
Blindness shall bring me fortune! That is what's killing me, deliberately

Multitude

Until a degree of silence, you know that you are alive. Once the void is an embracing factor rather than blind visual, life should give you trembles like stall on an airplane..
Mischief will not be an escape..
True realization will come from somewhere out of nowhere. The disillusion is that people tend to believe that it is only nowhere, but the fact is that there is actually a point where ideas diverge from. If it came out of nowhere, it must be like matter/anti-matter relation, so you eventually have to forget something while the realization hits you..
Maybe a brain damage?
Maybe the loss of belief in the previous perceptions?
Then maybe the "out of nowhere" is true after all..
Who knows when you actually are incapable of feeling the "nowhere" with your five senses?

Concussion

A belief that trust is an issue of matter, not a spiritual awakening, is true in some sense.
We feed on what is provided, not on the winds that sweep us by. So in a way, we need something solid to keep us awake, like a slap..
A slap can be understood both as a factor that supplies the trust, or as a back stab, depending on the intention of the warmth on the face..
With that being said, all was above the postures of regularities..
One might have thought that the ideas were missing one "l" from becoming ideals of life, but the momentary succession never lived up a reputation of being what we might call the truth. Yet we realize that the deepest oblivions are the burdens that form up our lives although they are the most distinctive stenches that erupt from the daily living.
As we come to the realization, we are drowned in books of people that actually have the power to control you.. Even every single move you make...
These successive stories all have a rigid past...
And what hurts the most is that now a person that past through those steps can make someone else feel the same way!
Guess that's how you explain revenge out of the dictionary context!
Blame it on someone to correct your mistakes, but that never happens. Whatever you do sticks on and you are you and it never goes away..
Pointers will never direct any other place..

Poster and Intimacy

Dangling from the side of the bed was my head...
Dangling from the other side was my head...
Hanging down from the four walls was my head...
Beating around like a wild creature without aim...
That wasn't my head, finally, she said...
But that's because I forgot my head...
Dangling from the side of the bed...
Running off naked through the sidewalks that lead to somewhere
But somewhere probably I wouldn't know because I can't see ahead
And I said I was naked but I lied, I was probably not
But I knew not, because I left my feelings dangling from the side of the bed..
Without enough sleep, without enough feeling to feed the veins
I felt my head was a useless weight, so I cut it out..
Then I was terrified but I couldn't make my body feel it
And it just didn't know what was going on
So it just began running through the sidewalks, probably not naked though
That would've been... a little embarrassing
Although no one would've known it was me!
Because it was my headless body!

Awakened by the next tune in my playlist, I realize that my head was still here..
But wait, what's that then, dangling from the side of my bed?
And hanging all around the room, am I seeing the dead?
Or just simple hallucinations?
Or am I simply going out of my mind, and it's everywhere but my head?

The Cherry Blossom

It was a cherry blossom that both woke me up and put me to the sleep.. An enormous dream.. And I was lost..

I was lost forever in the tranquility of my own whispers as the cowardice daubed my thoughts.. A rustic integration that tickled the palate and vacuumed back all the words that were ready to pop out.. Phrases pronounced backwards, they were always something stupid that the nature was incapable of digesting..

Yet the selfish ear was not so miraculously gifted after all as it pumped the electrified notifications of astonishment while it turned red like a caring mother with a little brat..

SPANK!

The true observer only sees that the reaction never had an effectual outcome as the words kept themselves in an isolated loop of reverse play. Yet the backdrops rooted to that same event that caught the eye of the observer and permanently stole it.

The cherry blossoms, encircled by their aura of delicacy.. over-flooded

Felt the pain while the images exploited the stability of mind.. And the images were fake, as they were simple copycats that tried to duplicate the reckless impact that felt it was ok to steal the eyes of gold. Now, the mind depended on these barely legal twins to imagine, for one more time, that it actually saw.. But only lies to empower the living, as the arduous task to bear the transmissions that the eye sent somehow all through its abduction were a knife poke in the wound that was a river on the holy mountain where the soul rested.. A small shriek of agony, yet enough to scare the audience.. The transmissions, oh the bitter taste of the aftermath, oh the non-dissolving images of those cherry blossoms that kept appearing out of nowhere like tedious pop-ups…

Wait a second, the mind whispered after a while, I hear something. The eye was sending ultra zoomed letters from the newspaper which he was rolling through, creating a message that we should’ve discovered before.. “I ENjoY aBDuCtiON!” A surprise, a shot of blood to the head, and a bullet saved. A torture that mesmerized the very cells that rejected the political process of the body as a whole and shouted for vengeance.. Now they were enjoying this solitude they were left in, like bacteria that was supposed to die after a time in the testing plate they were left on.. They grew, they overflown, they oozed out of every pore they could find and faked that they were only sweats because the room was not chill enough. Liars, politicians never chance, that is a lesson of life..

Annoyingly repetitive became addictively essential.. Shapeshifting of translucent illusions that flow through the jewel casket.. The inverse of everything, adoring the golden gleams from an emerald, burning up with the ruby, a sugilite painting the horizons..

Yet the pain remained.. Then the mind reached a clever self-realization that created an ultimate paradox: that it was inane! How could it not read the signals that it was not the eye burn but the stomach ache caused by the overflow in the stack of possible listing of words swallowed in reverse? A dull woe of the criticism left the users to fill in the blanks.. The passionate singer shouted from the background the melodies that were long forgotten.. It was all coming back.. They were all the phrases stored beyond knowledge, only used to disturb the birds of sunrise and the springs of the great lake! The loud lovely chant in the background, the mind self-dullified, the cramps crawling all over the skin..

The cherry blossoms shivered with a gentle breeze..

And the body couldn’t hold itself against all the stress burdened on its back like the Atlas and threw the entire world away, not caring about anything, not the future, not the self, not even the self-existing society that it formed throughout the years.. Now everything was a bulge in his chest that he wanted to cough out, and the airwaves traveled with the words within.. The bombs dropping like the fireworks to the grounds, as the sunset was veiled with a flowery noontide.. A chaotic beauty could’ve been the description.. The words ablaze tried to smell like the cherry blossoms but mostly failed as they trailed away, but were never discouraged..

The cherry blossoms were wide awake, hearing what was coming towards the wind..

And the reply, was a smile..

...

BAM! Dissilusionment..

Comatosis

And then I realize that this is not temporary..
I realize that it is here to stay..
That's when I give up my will to stay here anymore..
That's when I want to run away..
Wherever the wind might take and drop me..

I realize that it will follow me..
I know that it is a permanent spot on my heart..
I take my knife out to cut it out..
I know that I will fail in the end..
I drop it, I drop myself..
I feel dropped inside, alone, on the rainy pavement..
I contribute to the flood passing over me..
I feel emotions rushing like a wild herd of bisons..
I feel beaten..
I say, thanks for the massage..
I faint into the faint lit dreams..
I drown in my olden memories..

Ultimate Destruction

Hypothetical measurements of the future surround us as the minutes make us dizzy with their fancy moves..
My indulge to these relatively minuscule smattering emboldens the truth itself..
I am a pantheon for freedom, yet I am the slave of one ultimate source..
One might call it love, or affection.. or even fetish, if they are bold enough..
I call it the pure path of existence..
And as snow covers the path, I slowly diverge from what I need to follow..
I am lost, without that smile..
That smile is the only thing I am looking for..
Just like a home appliance that runs on specific voltage..
I want to say fuck that, let's break the rules..
I want to use an adapter..
But these ways are only useless hopes that gives us a nil..

I am one, that falls on the road by tripping on himself..
I created what I am, now I destroy..

Last Chance to Evacuate (May 05, 2005)

Always thinking... Thinking about how this life sucks. Yet, I see that this life is great. And what kills me is this paradox.

Cannot cry...

Cannot scream...

All stuck in my throat like a death-pill...

So vigorous, yet so deceit...

The human mind hasn't been trained to capacitate this much of equations and emotions at one time... Or is it? Am I underestimating my mind?

Am I the one creating these paradoxes inside me?

Questions are still unanswered, wandering round my brain...

Will someone reach out a hand? Is this the last chance to evacuate the paradoxials spirals of the human enchantment?

Questionmarks...

Joy Ride to Marrihuanna! (May 07, 2005)

This is a pink day

The love, comfort, relief, joy... all protruding out of my heart, filling me from the inside

I feel this is my best day for a long time...

I feel no one can bring me back

I fear someone will wake me up from the dreamride to the eternal happiness... I fear I will never find my way back

I feel some people already are jealous... I pity them... I can't help them; they don't let me to...

I fall into the scratched surfaces of my lifes... I feel lost within the cavities

I see only the beauty... I feel this is my joy ride to marijuana... I feel I spelt marijuana wrong =)

Yet Another Blasphemy Malfunction (Jun 01, 2005)

Yet another tragedy to be faced

Yet another failure of the hopes I have been holding on to

And now the tides are loosening and I feel myself again falling into a dark chaos...

Only screams in my head... No vision... Only wailings of the earth beneath my feet, only the gloomy light of the hell I have fallen into

No vision but shadows and screams...

Torment... Suffering...

Yet I see another fall... And then another one... I wasn't able to face one and now I am facing two of them... and I feel corrupted... no one to help me... no one to hold my hand while I walk along this thin line with the fiery earthquakes in my head...

I see myself falling... I see everything fading away... I see them all falling away from me... I cry and my tears rush away from me...

I lose my way, I lose the path...

I accept the time as a surrogate religion... I feel the chronoclast inside me...

I have to speak but my jaws are rotten... They resist my temptation to yell...

I lose consciousness... I lose them... I lose myself...

And at the point of no return...

...I realize it's not me anymore...

...I realize it's her eyes that draw my route to loss...

...and I lose it all...

It's Your Last Fuckin Day On Earth (Jul 07, 2005)

1) I'm dead

2) I'm dead

3) I'm dead

4) I'm dead... and so on...

The thing is... I am dead... Having fun while rising high to the sky...

Sweating like hell... Dance-beats = heart-beats... while(run == true) { System.out.println ("I am dead")}...

Life is a code... The truth unrevealed... The death imposed...

Life is a dream... Fade away, fade in, fade out, fade through... Reality fades...

Embossed in a dream of sequences... endominated by the surpassed behavior.. I am over...

It is over... She is the only thing remeaning... and my heart yet so silent...

And 7 CD's... and Him... Adaptation in process...

The Apocalypse of the Truth endeavoured!!!

The Apocalypse You Created Abdomens Neolinking process of truth...

Death came inevitably, we scorched!!!

Recaption of the Scarlet Roses Embossed in the Reservoirs (Aug 09, 2005)

The restitution of the always that leads to the hallways dark as black and light as the glow.

Reconvention of the reality that realizes the slow flow of water that glow through the soul of the darkane knights of darkness...

The dark fist of the emperor clutching the flowers in my hands leading to my love, my only present for her, now all the hopes drown and the resumption fails as the petals of the flowers cry her name...

No hope left for a love being born, our baby has been murdered... Our only fruit of this deep love...

The dark emperor so called the fate and the mischief ruined my dreams and dreams float on the river that lead to nowhere, at least we call it because we never followed the path... the darkness putting fear into the left lobe of our brains, a bit of failure on the right atrium... it slows down... beat and not beating, a rythm that fails to achieve it's name...

The pictures tell the lie as I seek for vengeance and they show me the wrong way I get lost on my way, and find myself in a place I have never been before, a place called the land of joy... It gives a tickling creep on my back as it crushes my vertebraes, squeezes my lungs and tickles my stomach so I start to laugh for hours until I finally feel the danger and the death approaching...

So I run away...

This path that draws a triangle just a little straight from your nose gives way to the darkness... oh your nose so cute, so holy and so high that man needs to worship with the beauty of it... your hands that make you feel you are sailing on the calm waters over Atlantis, your eyes deep as the blacholes generated in the gaps between my thoughts in my brain, as I keep thinking, daydreaming so hard... as I regain my conciosuness stands the black fist of the dark emperor in my vision...

He grinned although he didn't have a mouth, a feeling it was. He looked at me although I was pretty sure he didn't have any eyes... instead he had those cavities that contained all the souls he looked upon, all those women ferociously raped, all the pilgrims, the sheep, the feast, the adventures, the races, the wisdom and the beastality that sank deep within, the violence, the gorespattered dreams, the blood of vicinity... and I felt it sucking me in too...

He handed out his dark arm, darker than black and lighter that the soul

He had the flowers in his fist... the flowers he stole from me, all my hope, all my life stolen with it, all the thing I had for my pearl, my diamond, my precious love yet to cover the walls of eternity...

There it tried to stand with the pride, fighting with the darkness of the hand, those flowers ragingly glamorous, brighter than the sun and hollower that the galaxies in my vision...

Yet they lived...

He handed them back

There I saw the tears running down his eyes, but I couldn't see because he didn't have any eyes or place for tears, he was only a hollow cloth, but I felt it running down, and I felt the urge to help him, but then felt the anger, felt trapped between dark and light, red and white, god and devil, angels and demons, saints and sinners, and the ocean seperated in front of my eyes yet the oceans didn't exist so the hallucinations sucked me in and...

I grasped the flowers and took them back as if they were my baby.. but they were our baby, my love and me... I didn't know what to do, I felt trapped, I felt cold, I couldn't feel anything, the I felt the urge to bleed...

So I did nothing...

Then I turned my back...

And I heard him say something to me, but it wasn't real because he didn't have any mouth, but a blackhole that ate all the hope a human must carry to fight the life...

He murmured something but I didn't hear... I didn'T want to...

But then I knew if I left him dark he would trace and track and hunt me down...

I felt the dizziness that came from thinking to much....

An overheat....

A lack of a fan to cool down my brain...

All the thoughts started jamming the blackholes between them...

when I reached the peaceful state of mind which I assumed I never had reached but only a psychological spasm, I needed to run away... But I needed to help...

So I stayed there for the rest of the eternity, without knowing what to do, being stuck between the two fates, being trapped by the faith and fate between a thin wall that waited to be broken down and collapse on me...

The infinity came and I stood there with my back on the dark lord... my pearl waited all the eternity on the bench just in the garden that looked like a heaven... I got lost in those thoughts in the point where we reached the infinity and we didn't know where to head because we didn't know what would come after...

Three figures, one light, one dark, and one so pale and so bright and so colorless but so alive stood there without anything to do, being stuck in two thin walls that lacked their balance, couldn't move as if God or Devil would keep us responsible for ruining the scene...

We didn't cry, we didn't laugh, we didn't have any emotions after that point, we were undead yet we were so dead...

We were there but not existant and so complez being so simple...

And swallowed by the paradoxes...

All You Can Adresses No-one... No one but that last special one

The Statement of a Confused Mind (Sept 09, 2005)

I have to say, Mr. and Ms., that I still carry my doubts as a burden

Still undecided in what to believe...

There is just something not right, I can't dare to write

Is she telling me the truth, or this all a mish-mash?

Who the hell is she, and how did she get into my life

Where did she find me, and whatsoever...

But whatever happens, still I will carry my doubt

I am unbale to believe her word, although she makes you trust her...

There is just something wrong with this, I'm tellin ya!

Incomplexity Compositions (Oct 25, 2005)

An eye cries... Silently, softly through the night... It sings the song of sorrow, it yells out the pain... It feels the feeling heart can not feel anymore...

The heart is tired... Tired and shattered... Shattered and broken... Fallen apart into pieces, like those pieces of glass lying on the floor... It lays silent, dead... No one cares to bury it... The only visitor is the silence...

The body is light... There is no one but the dead heart and silence... It lays aloft... It doesn't feel... No pain... No grief... No joy... It is the silent coffin in which the silence buried itself...

The silence echoes through the deaf ears... The deaf ears sing the songs of joy... No one hears the songs, and they get lost... Lost like the raven in the night...

The night is the closure... night hides the body like its baby... the night cries for the death of the heart... Grief flows as tears from the sky... People walk... silently...

The rain hits hard on the windows... The walls and the doors rumble... The windows listen... Listen how the silence is broken... Listen to the heart that sings softly a hum that no one heard before... No one but the windows...

The people walk past by... The body lies there... Thousands flow by and one lies there... The people lost inside themselves... The body gets carried away by the winds of entropia...

The body is light... There is no one there... Even the heart has left it... Now it's all alone, just like the heart was once... and still is... The body cries... No-one sees... No one but the emotions carried away by the wind...

Emotions strike like lightning... They make you scream... They make you cry for days... The emotions hit the body as they flow... The body cries and screams... No one hears...

No one stands there, looking nowhere in sight... Nothing happens as no one slightly lifts its head up... It sings that peculiar sound of nothing... For never...

Never comes down streaming into the heart once called the Ruby of Man... It shone like the stars used to smile... It used to sing like gulls, so free and yet so happy... It used to be free... It used to be with everyone... It used to talk... It used to exist...

Now the existance is just a fake illusion of our minds... This illision just a disillusion... The man made illusion of nothingness... A man falls, he's there for the rest of his existance... But he doesn't exist...

He, the man, cries until the moon smiles upon him... He cries for the loneliness to find its way... He cries and cries, until the ruby dies... The ruby yelps and gives it all away...

The heart lies, in the hands of the night... A man screams, a deaf man hears, he shows it to the blind, the paralyzed makes a surprising gesture with all his body...

The heart dies...

le silence vous enseigne comment chanter (Oct 26, 2005)

Laissez lui tout soyez silence... Reposons-nous et regardons fixement dans le blanc pour le reste des jours... Ne clignotons pas et ne voyons pas que le silence nous parle... Let the silence fix your heart...

N'ayons aucune signification... Soyons épurés encore pour que quelqu'un remplisse ce coeur chiffonné... Laissez le soleil de deuil chanter ses vers avec la brise silencieuse de matin... Let the silence fix your soul...

Laissez lui pleuvoir pendant mille années... Sentons la douleur dissoute dans les baisses... Absorbons la peine... Laissez le monde entendre le silence par l'oeil de l'orage... Let the silence embrace you...

Pour les morceaux brisés des âmes pour abandonner la réalité voulez l'exploit de vertu sa vérité sceptique... Les confiances seront le vide des mots vides pourtant non parlé... Laissez la prise de conseils vous à nulle part que vous n'avez jamais rêvée de... Let the silence teach you to love...

Une langue vous n'avez jamais vu des anneaux par vos oreilles, mais vous restez silencieux avec cette expression blanche... Le vide traversant vos veines... Les pensées rendues comme un moteur de vapeur... Let the silence teach you the silent tongue...

Exagéré pourtant si pauvre est le soulagement de la douleur après la morphine... Un sommeil éternel avant le coma essayé... Le sentiment enthousiaste manquant le moment du silence, voilant tout votre corps... Let the silence lay you to your sleep...

Il n'y a aucune morphine, je dors seulement screaming out your name

Il n'y a aucun crime aux rêves comme ceci begging for the nightmares to leave me alone

Et si vous pourriez prendre quelque chose avec vous yet you hear me not

il serait lumineux you don't understand me, you don't get what you mean to me

juste comme quelque chose de bon pour vivre and I sit down and cry like a little baby...

Les rêves enferment sur vous, le bis de cauchemars, l'élégie perdue aux yeux du défaut de fonctionnement, le blasphème est libérés... IT Tout finit dans un clignotement d'un oeil, et vous êtes laissé avec le silence, et il y a les larmes remplissant tout le vide enroulant autour de vous... HURTS!

I feel I will never be able to live without you...

Or maybe all is an illusion of the mind...

Mais amortissez encore vous enseigne les chansons de la désolation...

It Rains, The Cranes.. (Nov 13, 2005)

The rain fell with a slightly different tough on the body tonight

It hit the skin like a club that tried to kill rather than pet

It seared the cells as it was the blaze from hell

It hurt the soul within just like the tears from heavens did

It punctured the last resistance and let our guard down...

And we fell in blood...

This solitary soul wept high for forgiveness, for all the things he has done

Yet he didn't know that he committed... With a sligth ambiguity inside

Doubts acknowledged the rights of disaster as the arcane shadows revealed themselves

Subliminary screams broke and the flesh jagged

The spirit came out with the enormous sound of suffer left inside

And it fell in God...

Today we saw from these very eyes what everyone is...

It still hurts... as the rain fell like drops from the eyes of the soul yet unexistent...

The pain drains down to the heart...

But we still stand...

Airtag and Unlimited Ammunition

Place that bullet in your head, for once
I want to see how well it suits you
I want to be thrilled by the joy you feel
As you jump on the trip to the other side
Feel the warmth inside
Feel the shine of metal
Smell the smoke of the burned flesh
And that of the powder beneath
Taste what your moment looks like
Analyze it in your blood trickling down your eyes
Cry red as the tears for the last time
Fear not, and feel no regrets
You are off this fucking planet
You are out of here
The blackout, the soothing silence
You are here, among us..

We are the living
Yet both feels the same

The Perception of a Stranger in a Strange Land

Lost in the sands of time
A grain of dust in the eye of the storm we are
Carried into that old wretched place
So unknown, so rotten
Yet voluntarily arrived
Complaints trail off with the wind
And we are fingered by the poker
The follower of the greater good, named fate
A glance back to our past
Stardust of memories sprinkle on our wounded hearts
The pain, the blaze...
Chin dithers, defeat and solitude oozes out of the entity:
Air exhales as a vicious scream
Burnt by the fire in the fury and damnation,
Water pounds the soil that shivers with the cold of the solitary soul...

Left alone as one in the desert
Silence embraces our thoughts
A third-person perception of what we are
Shows a spiral to a downfall
A silent crash that only an ant could care
Yet there's food to be delivered, we are forgotten
We become no one, only a part
Of that wretched soil we were once drooling for
A lost track of identity flies to the verge of the horizon
A total stranger looking at me
Absent in the shady gray of the thoughts in a mirror to the past

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karolette said...

"solitude mystery" diye bi kitap var.. Jostein Gaarder'in.. ona döndüm bazı yerlerde..bi kaç tümleme yapabilirim kendimce, oda tadında olsun, bizim gibi..

so unknown so rotten!

there's an inevitable disappointment each time after the feeling of euphoria for the "new" one/place..

A stardust of memories sprinkle on our wounded hearts

we dont have much memories actually, not much to fill a bottle of wine, yet..

Silence embraces our thoughts
A third-person perception of what we are

silence is horrifying when you're left alone, when you have but the silence to confide in. yeah a third-perception of what we are, a callous one!

"a total stranger looking at us"

i never liked strangers.

saygılar, oy oy..