Poems

Title: Putting my hands in fire intentionally.

I would rather-

Put my hands in fire,

Than shake yours, cause I know the burn will last,

Less than your pain.

I would rather-

Put my hands in fire,

Than shake yours, cause I know the burn will last,

Less than your pain.

The disgust I have when I see your face,

The lesser time I spent with being myself around you.

I have found myself sitting in a pool of fire,

The damage has been done, will you beg for forgiveness or go away?

Go away?

Go away?

Something inside of me is dying, rips and tears,

Running down on my cheek, looking at back,

The babies have been killed!

The souls have been gone!

Blegh!

The survival is at the edge of hill,

Who was here when you were about to die?

Feel the guts die,

You'll feel it rip,

You'll feel it die.

Don't be so eager to come close to me, the flowers have been wilting,

For the first place, I remember my eagerness,

In time I realized,

I was none but a reckless man,

Be still now, there's nothing left to see,

Strangest lives are reflecting from the finger nails,

Shrieks of crows are like choirs of angels,

You were the one, who came to me,

Yet I remember, who was set to be free.

I would rather-

Put my hands in fire,

Than shake yours, cause I know the burn will last,

Less than your pain.

I would rather-

Put my hands in fire,

Than shake yours, cause I know the burn will last,

Less than your pain.

Title: Your voice.

A choir of angels singing, yet how dare they try to compete with your voice?

The sleep of an eternal by your side, would be the perfection for me,

No one leaves this world alive, and I would like to leave by your side.

Inevitable change,

No other flower in my mouth,

You are the mother of flowers, they are jealous of your beauty.

Raise the flags! The tides!

The queen has come to my life,

Shall she be my queen?

Your voice is the voice is more beautiful than the angels,

They do not compete,

The blood on your hands, let me drink them,

Make me your slave, oh, I yearn for you,

Dance along with me as the tides overwhelm the moon.

There are millions of wrong things in this world,

And there are wrongs in you,

Yet you are the beauty,

You are the explanation,

To the misteries of this life,

Let the lives begone under your name!

Take me now, beneath the moon I walk this path.

Title: Wish of birth.

A lonely soul, I wish to be born as,

A shadow star, I wish I wish to be born,

For this pain is unbearable, for the way I was born,

Let me cry into my hands, then I succeed where the mighty was failed at.

Can't you see? My rise is now!

The sad soul cannot be torn apart by the demons.

There's a wish of birth, inside of me,

There's a holy water, inside of the bucket,

Where the water is being poured at, onto me!

The witch has given me a place,

Where I can travel the stars and hell,

Hate is being arised,

From the past I abandoned, I abandoned myself.

Can't you see? You need to abandon yourself,

And some people to get better in life,

Allow the wind to speak, the wish of birth,

Will give us a new thing!

North is cold, west is far,

East is far away, and the wind is fading.

Dreams are away, they froze my blood,

Just to shame my soul,

Devil gives, evil takes.

Angels are reaching to the minimized sun,

From the clouds, boiling soft,

Crows are here, they are soon,

They know I am weak, I am not strong,

So do I know that.

My heart cries for the people I lost, the grief is strong,

I need to be stronger, no one knows how hard it is,

Yet I do! Cause no one knows me more than I know myself.

Title: 06:00.

Let me sit down and wait,

For the unpassing time to pass,

As the sadness grows stronger,

Can I feel it? Can you feel it?

The time is soon, with my tears of death,

Lake is growing,

The shore is faking its face, a façade!

It is a solitude, the birth of mine,

The hollow father, can you tell my shallow soul a story?

The sun is born, out of darkness it succumbed into,

All the beauty in the world will be reborn,

As the skull and pain, that we all have.

With my present self I am dead,

My feelings of innocence-

In solitude a son was born, in blight of the mud.

In passion this soul will grow,

A passion for wilting flowers!

Harmony of death and crows,

My anthem, my symphony.

I sit there to watch the arise of the sun,

Yet, it will never come.

With my tears, I will be brought down,

Come the sea! The smashing souls,

Are hammered down!

At 06:00.

Title: Eat.

Eat the flesh out of the window, the real savage of mankind,

The souls are lost and in vain, they'll fuck the open wound.

Let it be hollow, this kind of existence doesn't serve me right,

I haven't found a real person yet, and all of them wears a fascade,

Like a vilifier!

The sun burns out, it has been delivered,

Eat the soul, and let the scabs fill your stomach,

I can't feel it happen,

The souls I have been fed with are expired!

Pale and twitching, the cold death,

A funeral romance, somewhere someone screams that world is gone,

Split your legs and let me enter the shore!

Suck!

Strive, for the blood,

Create, another jihad in your mind,

Come on, now,

I thought that we were going home,

Twitch the skin and throbbing eye,

Twist!