Sunday, July 28, 2013

ME: Shout, don't whisper!


Don’t speak –
for once I want to hear you shout!
Throw me on the ground and scream.
Call me names and then just leave!

I’m tired of all the whispers,
of all the silence and the muttered lies –
for once begin to tell me
what’s really on your mind!

Too old for tales and too tired of riddles,
speak your heart whether if it’s black or not,
be the beast you’re meant to –
raise up from the dark and then run into the night!


ME: A storm is born


A storm is born -
so beautiful and lovely!
As lightnings rape the blackened sky
and clouds lick the rooftops’ dirt away!

The Gods had send the storm to clean us,
to wash the sins and pain away…
And as every cleanse from sin
it does remind us
more of Devils work than else.

In storms we live
and storms will kill us –
they’d wash our blood away –
for where there’s storm
there’s nothing endless,
nothing lasts,
but just the rain!


Thursday, July 25, 2013

ME: Getting lost

Getting lost within myself
looking in your eyes
to find the last remains -
the pieces of my soul.

Getting lost within you
hiding in your mind,
in hopes to be discovered
and brought back to life.

Getting lost in pictures -
flashbacks from a future
that never was and a past
                                that never will.




Wednesday, July 17, 2013

ME: I deny you


I deny you everything!
I deny you all reason,
I deny you all faith,
all hope to you I will deny!

I’ll rot all good that is in you,
I’ll dry all the veins to your heart,
I’ll starve all that colors your soul
all will wither from your human side.

For there is sun that’s never shining,
and there is pain that never stops,
and all this comes and serves as poison -
acid drops dancing from the rooftops.


Saturday, July 13, 2013

ME: The silence in you eyes


And I am now without you
and you are now with me,
it’ll never be again,
it never was before,
it isn't now as well.

The rain is pouring over
the sunrays of the night
and birds are singing muted
by the silence in your eyes.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

ME: "The Old Fashioned" from the menu


A teaspoon of sugar
In my grave
To sweeten up my death
To leave a little less regret.


A bottle of whiskey 
Pour over my shroud
Set the whole thing on fire
Much as i was burning alive.


Loved and abused,
Worshipped and forgotten, 
In misery happy,
Among the living - undead.