Last piece of Gold

Last piece of gold 

To be saved or sold 

For this moment to behold 

Can I leave tomorrow cold? 

Trust miseries of  past to taunt 

And concerns of future to haunt 

When present was killed swiftly

In the process of making decisions quickly 

Last piece of gold 

Either saved or sold 

Will never give enough security 

That it overrides our mortality.

Rebound Lovers

I can feel you deep in me trying to heal yourself
And you are failing miserably
Seriously, it's pathetic how we hide behind our skins
You are in me thinking its a mistake
Piss take, we piss on our lovers grave tonight
Corrupt our souls, fuck each others mind
Out goes the reasons flying towards the sky

We are high on pain and pain killers

I've been haunted by fortune tellers
Dream sellers, doctors, philosophers and wise souls
Begging me to be a better man and straighten my crooked mould
But tonight we play on the floor like abandoned children of an inbred mother
Misusing our freedom, abusing the temple and mocking our Father
We burn his kingdom, rubbing our bodies together, speaking in unholy tongue
The ashes that are settled in our lungs
Will be the souvenir of our feat and our defeat.

this is my path
and i'll walk on it like a braveheart
I wear my heart on my sleeve
so i don't blame you for disregarding it


I'll close my eyes and walk on water
I'm living the life of a martyr

i believe the choices i make .. the people i love.. are all just weapons in my hand that i pick to hurt myself.

Just a looming feeling of end around the corner.
Water sitting on the rim of my glass.  Ready of fall out. Undone. Free from all containments.

It's hard to keep myself together

...And even through it all,  this icy cold winter that I fight
I have a fire in me.

A fire of hopes, dreams, innocence like that of a child.
A whisper from heaven saying,
"things will be fine if you make it to the other side."

Lessons to be learnt and forgotten

What have I learned from living?
I have learned that loving and being loved may not happen simultaneously
That you cry the loudest without tears
Emotions run wild
Circumstances leave you tied
Free flowing, like water
That there are things that you can feel but not hold
Shifting constantly to fit the puzzle
Protected, controlled, poked and played with
That even when your soul is tired
Your legs don't stop
That these words are as empty as this world.

Candlelit Battleground

Was there a purpose behind the way she moved?
Timid and curious one foot after the other
She reached out for your hand but barely touched it with her fingers
Before you grabbed her neck and threw her across the room

Her blood was intact in her veins
But that night something else was released
A monster that once was caged
Behind fishnet stockings and satin drapes
She roared as she tore the sacred chains
And then she raised her neck and smelt the room
Her mouth slightly open tasting the air

You took over her senses
She took over your body

It was a war between mind and matter
Between my animal instincts and my humanity
Between your cold heart and your warm flesh

Tonight it's war between you and me
And we won't stop till we paint the ground red.

Bygone begone

Why do you let the shadows of bygone haunt you?
'Let bygones be bygones', they say it for your health
Let us pretend to be new born every time we open our eyes
With no memory of the past, countless possibilities in sight

Lets climb highest mountain
And scream from it's highest peak
Bygone begone!
Bygone begone!
Bygone begone!

Place a black veil over a black wall
Light a torch towards the burning sun
Let us pass our time pretending and restraining
It is all make-believe

Utopia

Tell me how is this night is different from any other
The hurting never stops
It doesn't need attention, tears or kindness
Breaking the cage, slithering through my veins
It moves like a snake.

It moves like a snake
Guardian of my Utopian dreams

Defeating me, protecting me.

White is for healing

Here I lie
Waiting for you to open your eyes
Do you see me?
I could be invisible
Lying next to you makes me doubt my existence.

I have buried the ghost
but once it hears my longing
it will travel through the earth back to my heart

I once opened a door to watch the maple leaves fall on the floor
But as I walked my empty self to the graveyard
the snow had covered the leaves

White is for healing

Here I lie
Waiting for you to open your eyes
And when you did
I didn't see you any more
you are invisible
we are invisible.
Our existence is like the ghost
Like maple leaves buried under the snow.