she sits. watching and waiting and wondering and dreaming and remembering. so many thoughts swirl round her head she gets dizzy. she has to move. to nowhere in particular, but just move. wander.  she’s still thinking. thinking about everything. how it was her fault. and how she knows she could have changed everything with those three simple words. ( Read more... )

ahhhh! writers block!!!!
bang bang, it just wont go down, 
shoot it down babeh.
for me?

Death is just the beginning,
This game we play,
What some would call ‘our lives’
Is only the start.
The journey of our soul,
That’s our real ‘lives’,
The flitting from body to body,
From heaven to hell
In what time would call
‘Only a second’.

The fact ‘our lives’
Are over within,
What?
Eighty years maybe,
And that’s it.
That is nothing in the ( Read more... )

i want to see you, touch you,
just to make sure you are really here
to make sure you are not another dream,
another illusion,
i know.
it doesn't matter anymore
not to you.
everyone's gone now
its just us two.
boy, we could do what ever we please.
but no.
we shall go our separate ways
and forget our meeting
like we forget the rest of our life
history is repeating ( Read more... )

its not all it seems ( Read more... )

lying on my cross,
slowley fading from the world
slowley fading from time,
slowley fading from you.

i will die on my cross,
knowing that you will never come,
that you were never here
for me in my time of need,
that you arn't here now.

The child of thee night lies in her empty house,
Gloomy shadows cast into her lonesome mind,
Unknown, unloved, alone.
Shes all she has,
Shes all she needs,
The devils kiss upon her arm,
Deep red inpouring down,
Shes falling,
Falling into the deep abyss of hell,
Shes gone.
But who will know,
Who will care,
The child of the night lies in her empty

everything we do ( Read more... )

fuck the poets of the past, my friend.
there are no beautiful suicides
just cold corpses with shit in their pants
and the end of the giifts.

ohh,
my dear boy,
i see you are stil wandering,
still looking through that empty door,
what are you looking for, my dear boy?

my dear boy,
those things are lost,
they have gone through that empty door,
they are lost.