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I can't breathe no moreThe whispering wind drops off memories on the road
Smells of winter.
Foggy trees, hidden flowers, fleeting scenery, everything blurs
The maze of my brain.
Shivering as if I was drunk with grief
Human wreck stares at me, hollow gaze
My past lives are hung on the wall of oblivion
Reborn from grief.
Eternal darkness reign above me, on this oppressive night
Snows of coal.
The image of your grave stuck in my head
As dead as you.
Falling dreamI still remembered the first time you told me
About that dream of yours, the one you cherished so much.
Quiet morning, sitting over rubble,
Even grizzled fallen leaves carefully listened.
This burning passion it triggered inside you
This childish and innocent gaze in your prospect eyes
Every sinner would have seen redemption in your words.
And yet this very dream you treasured,
Led you to your last smile.
Knelt, I swore I'll handle this torch of your will
On your grave, tears felt, promise rised.
No matter how mighty mountains will be
This world isn't strong enough to stop our friendship's bond.
But though, what am I doing here like that?
I jumped from the steeple...
Drained of any happiness...
Flattened on the soiled ground...
What a long drop it was.
From my steaming agony,
Our dream evaporates into this hopeless air.
What I gave youI unfairly gave you,
Many wonders this world doesn't own
Many pipe dreams I painted for you
The rainbow butterfly of my love
Gentle treasures buried in my very soul
The phial of my affection...
...That you drank in one go
Drying me to my last heartbeat.
You gave me ashes back
Sealed in a mocking funeral urn.
Even bullets couldn't wound me
As much as your sadistic smile.
Despite leaving me all alone, again
I still forgive you. I still believe in you.
On the gloomy road
And I walk, and I cry, and I feel
A chill of loneliness.
Human thoughtShe is what some call an ideal.
Why did the roads of our destiny cross? No one knows. Hell is waiting for me, since the Gods made me taste paradise. There is no weak words to describe her ; pejorative becomes meliorative, this embittered perfection of her face reminds me those delightful paintings of Goddesses.
If Beauty and Charm melt into a being, this very abject being would suffer of her heavenly presence.
This infinity of sensations in her gaze, make feel and shudder of everything best this world offers.
Alike a luminary with a human face: only needing to be to shine brightly, no one can touch her, inaccessible.
Faint men would fight ; I would fight, slay, die, just to feel her breath.
Such misfortune for the inept man who, goofy, dullard, can only think about one thing.
Such fortune yet that the only thing I think about is Her.
Another YearAnother year has passed,
Another year will come.
Mistakes will follow,
And tears will fall.
Laughter will explode,
And smiles will be shared.
Pain will come,
But love will heal.
Scars will mark your skin,
But time will erase them.
Sadness will consume you,
But joy will overcome.
Another year has passed,
And another will come,
So forget those bad memories,
And just live on.
Love and Be YourselfTake time for yourself daily.
Take one hour, five minutes are also enough.
Take it, this time and love yourself.
See yourself with other eyes.
Look at you with the eyes of love.
Do you know how?
It seems difficult but it is very easy.
Forget a part of your education
And be yourself.
Be as you are.
Be yourself and look at you.
Place yourself a bit beside you,
Or float above yourself.
It works, you only need imagination.
Imagine it really intensively.
See, it works.
And now look at you.
Look at you in a way
How your friends see you,
So see yourself.
Do you see now
Why your friends love you?
Your outwards behavior
Often distracts from your inner core.
Push it aside, your behaviour.
And now you see your true self.
Your true self is beautiful.
It is gorgeous and shines full of pure love.
Now your self approaches you,
The same way it is getting closer to your friends.
Do you see now why it is lovable?
Look at you full of love daily.
So like your self
Has just looked at you in full love.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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