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*a black heart drowning in euphoria*

Posts tagged “unrequitted love

Foul Way Of Love

(something written some years ago)
Duisburg

Wake up in breathless mourning glory
Cheat and blame the skies
Turn your back on the stunning light before you
Drift off and die.

The devil shows you a tease
So you go on and pry
Pretending it won’t hurt more to stain more
So you build up the gallows of your head with lies

Take the gray off the ashes
And let them burn again-
This is your foul way of love
Will anyone get it right?

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Chambers of the Obsolete – II

Defenses are set
Maneuvers are heavy
But nevertheless, ready
Human nature orchestrates
The way a person waltzes away…

And you can never face it whole
While in preparation for your doom
It’s the coldest place you’ll ever live in…
The Chambers of the Obsolete


I Know Where You Live

(Co-written by Audrey R. Jacob for a song with the Pissheads)

A million smiles I’ve lost to the world…
Your absence breaks my heart in vain…
You make me feel like strange currents move my skin,
Your touches storm the rain away…

A million kisses would make me breathe easy
I think that words are just so empty…
Sing me a song with such Art in your eyes,
Just live in this moment with me….

Don’t run away…
Let’s make it together…
Don’t run away…
Believe in forever…


Passerby

He showed and told me everything,
Everything he owned…
I understood and felt them all,
But now his love I can’t behold…

He heard and saw everything I am,
Almost everything I own…
He understood and felt them all,
Then never wanted more….

Also published in xyldrae.deviantart.com


Awarely Unaware

(Expressing for an anonymous friend)

I have proacted drama involuntarily, or so I say
Because my choices do not make me look good at all;
And Euthanasia disguised as Euphoria lays its stage,
Bringing forth all players in my head, all dressed as fools.
Their dialogues are noises, though one meaning they accord:
My fate is seared. I am not wanted. Please make it change!

…But I can never change her who
Had made me, at every second split,
Aware that I try to breathe
And aware that I’m unaware.


Where Mercy Is

I could paint this dullness now
I could paint this horror
This meaninglessness gets deadly by the hour
I wish I do not have to face tomorrow

Strangers’ voices are louder than yours
Their energetic small talks elaborate your silence
And I am not happy about the depth you do not share
And I can not escape to solace

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Also published in xyldrae.deviantart.com