when words dont come out easily
when all i want is to set you free
when hopes collide and tears fall
dont let me go,
just let me stay.
in your eyes i see a fire
in your breath i breathe my life
in your voice i find my soul
dont let me down,
just let me stay.
and if i let you down,
just hear me out before i go.
a dying man and his last wish.
in your coldness my world ends.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
tik tok tik tok
tik tok tik tok
goes the clock
in a circle in a mangled angle,
detached,devoid,unreal
timeless
panic
and sweat,breathless
suffoccation
there goes the hand
that waves me forth
hear that growl
machines in my blood
drain me
timeless is pain while life remains short.
goes the clock
in a circle in a mangled angle,
detached,devoid,unreal
timeless
panic
and sweat,breathless
suffoccation
there goes the hand
that waves me forth
hear that growl
machines in my blood
drain me
timeless is pain while life remains short.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
The God of Failure
The ritual has begun,
The wheel is spun.
Black death blood red,
The hungry grass is fed.
Grappling fear,at midnight,
Angels scream THE FINAL FIGHT.
Lilith slithers her serpent tongue,
My back creeps,my soul is wrung.
The desert sands eat through prayers,
The she-wolf slays heaven's slayers.
Torching what eyes can fathom,
The witches of Satan's harem.
God of Israel,you have fallen,
Evil roots in your holy garden.
Man against man against man,
Freedom's hand in a bloodsoaked land.
Sirens of wrath,blackout in shivers,
Where are your sons and daughters?
Warmongers you spread your trade,
As your humanity slowly fades,
You abandoned life for a religion of death,
Count your silver while you take their breath.
Bliss is the end.
Against who? do we fend.
The wheel is spun.
Black death blood red,
The hungry grass is fed.
Grappling fear,at midnight,
Angels scream THE FINAL FIGHT.
Lilith slithers her serpent tongue,
My back creeps,my soul is wrung.
The desert sands eat through prayers,
The she-wolf slays heaven's slayers.
Torching what eyes can fathom,
The witches of Satan's harem.
God of Israel,you have fallen,
Evil roots in your holy garden.
Man against man against man,
Freedom's hand in a bloodsoaked land.
Sirens of wrath,blackout in shivers,
Where are your sons and daughters?
Warmongers you spread your trade,
As your humanity slowly fades,
You abandoned life for a religion of death,
Count your silver while you take their breath.
Bliss is the end.
Against who? do we fend.
Democrazy on India
Gasoline in my veins, Wind in my hair, Trouble in the air.
Dust down my boots, Sing by the flag.
Reformation, Our country needs it and we don't mind the kissing too. Terrorism in the backyard, terror in the house, we dont need the terrorists to terrorize, we got our "leaders" to do it but we don't want no terrorist to lead us.
Presidency?! The march of the puppets, A waste of mud, slinging in thin air. Who makes the rules we do not know and the sad part, we do not care.
Land of the masses, piled up on bodies, blood red and green and saffron, and blue and black whatever does it matter. Does a dead man speak?
Speaking about dead men, not the only death in the country. As we stretch red eyes over the gleaming casket of television, the stinking corpse of media.
Conglomerates Conglomerates You have bought the truth and packaged it in lies.
Not South not North not North East not anywhere but inside. In a land of oppurtunity we crave for boundaries, living in hypocrisy we invent our ideologies.
Dust down my boots, Sing by the flag.
Reformation, Our country needs it and we don't mind the kissing too. Terrorism in the backyard, terror in the house, we dont need the terrorists to terrorize, we got our "leaders" to do it but we don't want no terrorist to lead us.
Presidency?! The march of the puppets, A waste of mud, slinging in thin air. Who makes the rules we do not know and the sad part, we do not care.
Land of the masses, piled up on bodies, blood red and green and saffron, and blue and black whatever does it matter. Does a dead man speak?
Speaking about dead men, not the only death in the country. As we stretch red eyes over the gleaming casket of television, the stinking corpse of media.
Conglomerates Conglomerates You have bought the truth and packaged it in lies.
Not South not North not North East not anywhere but inside. In a land of oppurtunity we crave for boundaries, living in hypocrisy we invent our ideologies.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
se7en hours
420
420
420
420 minutes and I m free. Free for 720 minutes. And I will sleep for 440 minutes. That leaves me 280 minutes to live.
Who am I kidding?!
417 minutes and I m free.
.......... after a while ....................
7 minutes and I m free.
420
420
420 minutes and I m free. Free for 720 minutes. And I will sleep for 440 minutes. That leaves me 280 minutes to live.
Who am I kidding?!
417 minutes and I m free.
.......... after a while ....................
7 minutes and I m free.
Monday, July 16, 2007
its a freefall
A treasured cove of knowledge eludes us as we act like mere by-standers witnessing an accident also known as existence. In pursuit of the goals we set we tend to undermine the path we travel, keeping our vision set on that glowing light a thousand miles away.
Beneath the drive to run forward there is a lack of acknowledgement of the fact that life like anything else runs a full circle. Try as hard as you can you will get pulled back into the circle. So before you look forward, look behind you. That, so you don't end up chasing your own tail.
Do not regret for you have been given chances.
Be aware.
It's all laid down in front of us.
Beneath the drive to run forward there is a lack of acknowledgement of the fact that life like anything else runs a full circle. Try as hard as you can you will get pulled back into the circle. So before you look forward, look behind you. That, so you don't end up chasing your own tail.
Do not regret for you have been given chances.
Be aware.
It's all laid down in front of us.
wrapped in barbed wire laced duct tape
the death of my soul, as it suffocates in a pandemonium of questions.
I m trying hard to loosen the bonds but the ropes grip so tight. They're so fucking tight and I can't even scream because they're round my neck also. I m being strangled but I can't cry for my eyes have been stitched. I can't speak for my mouth has been taped and all I hear are the fucking questions.
Who is right?
Who is wrong?
Does it matter motherfucker?
Do I need to kill someone to breathe easier. Is that the purpose of an individual, to struggle for an answer so that when he finds it, if he finds it, he can die in peace. My world breathes contempt. My world exists behind an iron mask. My world might be coming to an end. But I ll make sure if my world goes down, yours will too.
For we are but the same person.
I m trying hard to loosen the bonds but the ropes grip so tight. They're so fucking tight and I can't even scream because they're round my neck also. I m being strangled but I can't cry for my eyes have been stitched. I can't speak for my mouth has been taped and all I hear are the fucking questions.
Who is right?
Who is wrong?
Does it matter motherfucker?
Do I need to kill someone to breathe easier. Is that the purpose of an individual, to struggle for an answer so that when he finds it, if he finds it, he can die in peace. My world breathes contempt. My world exists behind an iron mask. My world might be coming to an end. But I ll make sure if my world goes down, yours will too.
For we are but the same person.
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