"Somewhere"
Somewhere,
They’re crying. Somewhere,
They’re all crying.
Here,
The priest will pray.
Here,
A lost soul will play.
There,
An anemic mind plays with knives.
There,
Tear filled eyes watch loved ones die.

At home,
They’re alone.
At home,
No friends call.
Held inside,
.Those feelings kept burning.
Held inside,
That hate did its work.
Fading fast,
This cigarette wont burn much longer.
Fading fast,
Candle light won’t show the way.

In the past,
They’re laughing.
In the past,
.They’re all laughing.
In that town,
A child will sigh.
In that town,
No dreams have gained wings.
For that child,
They’re crying.
For that past,
They’re all crying.

For those neglecting parents,
Don’t cry.
For those neglecting parents,
Please just smile.
In that broken home,
No friends would come.
In that broken home,
No life was worth living.
For all the crying,
Please just wipe those tears away.
For all those laughing,
You’re the reason things fell apart.


“Shattered Glass”
So let me feel,
Hand me pain.
A perfect mistake,
Thrown into a noose.
To manage this,
Eroding heart,
Removes all feeling.
Every I love you,
Dies with the wind.
Goen for good,
Last goodbyes spoken,
Always will I erode.
So make me feel,
So make me hurt.


“School shooting”
Save a bullet,
For ourselves.
Guns loaded,
We enter,
That place we all hate.
Around the corner,
Guns blazing,
A morbid cry,
A cry for help.
Blood in our eyes,
We showed no mercy.
Guns blazing,
We kill a few.
Move with haste,
Minds a blur,
Vision distorted,
By tears of hate.
Blood in your eyes,
Lust for a kill,
Of those we hate.
Trench coats fluttering,
With the tears of our guns.
Kill whom we hate,
When the job is done,
We all do,
What we have to.
Suicide.


“Secrets”
Here we lie,
Holding secrets,
In our minds.
Walking around,
Day by day.
Always thinking,
Of what to say.
Listening to,
That beautiful hymn,
The song of the,
Crying dead.
Walking all day,
With nowhere to go.
Holding secrets,
Never to be told.
Thinking of,
The bittersweet end.
Always wondering,
What to say.


“Sensation”
The wind blowing,
Against your face,
Is the last sensation,
You will feel.
Becoming one with the ground,
Another fallen angel.
Looking into the eyes,
Of the angel of death,
Tears that sting against the wind,
Grace your skin.
Falling towards,
A crowded street,
The fall seems longer than expected.
Maybe,
God is fucking with your head.
Making your last moments on earth,
A torture.
Staring at,
The ground slowly coming towards you.
Souls reach out,
Wanting your blood.
Silence,
No noise from the fall,
As the shock wave of blood hit.
Nobody will miss,
This fallen angel,
Nobody will weep,
For this lost soul.


“Shadow”
His picture fades,
With the past.
Bloodstained walls,
Now shadows of hate.
Life spins,
Down the drain.
A shadow of hate,
A familiar corpse.
The picture of,
Bloodstained walls,
Fades with the past.
His picture a memory,
A shadow of hate.


“Shy”
Don’t be shy,
Dance with me,
Down your arm.
Sleepless nights,
Come cut with me.
Endless falls,
Of reality.
When the change,
Comes to her,
Dance with me,
Down your arm.
Endless falls,
Of reality.
Don’t be shy,
Come dance with me.
Sleepless nights,
Roaming eternally.
Come cut with me,
Endless falls,
Of reality.


“Stalker”
Behind the walls,
watching you.
Every night I’m stalking,
Every night I’m breathing,
Down your neck..
Over your shoulder,
I’m reading your story,
I’m reading your life.
Every night you sleep in fear of me,
tapping on your window to make a fool of you.
In the shadows,
Around the corner,
I’m watching you.
Everyday I’m stalking,
Every day I’m breathing,
Down your neck.
Behind the walls,
I look at you.
Living off your life,
I’m reading over your shoulders.
Around the corner,
you run into me,
Not even knowing,
I study you continuously.
I see you in the halls,
Try to wave,
I’m too damn scared.
Every night I’m stalking,
Everyday I’m breathing,
down your neck.


“Sting”
Sting…
That breath-taking sting,
Of my knife.
Let it go,
Let me do it.
One more time,
I want to let it go.
I want to go all out.
Let me do it,
Let me fell the sting.
That cheap anti-depressant,
The sting I call my friend,
My family.
Blood brothers,
Until the bitter end.
The one when I die,
In a bloody mess.
Tell her I love her,
I want her to know,
How much I truly did.
Tell her to move on,
Not to mourn too long.
I love her,
And now I saw goodbye.
I love her.
Tell her to visit my grave,
I’ll never leave.


“Storm of words”
My mind a storm,
a horrible storm.
A storm of poetry.
Death,
Famine,
Disease,
Hate,
Chaos.
All I see,
A storm of poetry.
My mind a storm,
Of poetry.
A horrible storm.
I need shelter.
A little shelter.
All I see,
The blurred words of the storm.
My mind a storm,
I want an end.
A brief recess.
From the inner chaos,
Called a storm of poetry.


"Souls reach”
You reached out,
Grabbed my soul,
Brought it back.
Thanks,
You brought me back.
Let’s not fuck it up this time,
Let’s do it right.
Being dead changes you,
But now you brought me back,
Back to the living,
Back to the real world.
You grabbed my soul,
Filled it with light.
Picked me up out of my grave,
And brought me back to life.
Let’s do it right this time around,
I’m not screwing up.
Not this time.
Back to the living,
Back to the real,
You brought me back.
Back from the dead.
You grabbed my soul,
Picked me up out of my grave,
And made me alive again.


“Sweet morbidity”
Today I woke,
And saw the sweet morbidity,
Of a bloody rainbow.
Tears ran down my face,
Sweet cold tears.
When I truly realized,
It wasn’t a rainbow.
When I truly realized,
It was my arm,
When I truly realized,
I had cut once again.
Without my knowing it.
I woke to a bloody rainbow,
Sweet morbidity running down my arm.
Today I woke,
With tears down my face.
One year clean,
And I cut again.
One year clean,
And I cut again.


“St. Intoxication”
Every shot,
Cleanses my impure soul.
As I walk,
These wavering streets,
I must be,
The lat saint alive.
From a bottle’s top,
I all from grace,
To cool cement.
Chambers of promiscuous hips,
Reveal a faint cry for help.
I must be,
The last saint alive.
Where I walk,
Impurities lave the scent,
Of warm whiskey.
Cool cement,
Marks graceless name…
…Saint intoxication.





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