come

come savor the vile lies,
standing before the truth,
she knows how hard he tries.

come play with the miserable boy,
it features a pumping heart,
ain't he a lovable toy?

come kill the frightened one,
smother it with baring hands,
under the cold barrel of a gun.

come sing the requiem carol,
dance until time is no more
and the land is cold and sterile.

come feast the human flesh,
which i cut from my own,
and taste the tears as they're fresh.

come sleep alongside tonight,
i promise you the whole world,
morning makes the wrong right.

come unannounced in a dream,
maybe even a dark nightmare,
wake me in a piercing scream.

come again beast, lover or ghost,
bring the worries and the bones,
your company appeases me the most.

come see with your own criers,
the simple joy of being dead,
where youth never expires.

this i do, this i don't

i am capable of every imaginable thing, just to make you stay.
and then, i would probably do double that to push you away.

your name, your form, your life, lenore!

thy name, thy name, thy name is lenore!
of that — and only that — I'm completely sure.
what is the beautiful grasp I've not heard before?
oh! it's the name on the plate hanging on my bedroom door.

thy form, thy form — it sings me a dare.
I'm a fool of a man, pretending not to care!
what is the beautiful dream you longed for us to share?
oh! it's the promise to stay, always here but never there.

your life, my life, this forsaken life — I wonder...
the lust to live it has ever been fainter.
what is the beautiful song you sang me when younger?
oh! it's the melody they played when first I found her.

lenore, dearest lenore, quit hiding and rest,
step once more over the bones in my chest
what is the beautiful moment that faded so fast?
oh! it's painted memory of an imaginary past.

I saw you again — believing it, I tremble,
as if hearing a dark requiem string ensemble.
what is the beautiful gaze that breaths as an angel?
oh! it's my heart resting in your restless wamble.

I loved you better when I knew not your name, lenore!
those days were a vicious game I played until nevermore.
but reminiscing about those lost times of yore,
ain't bringing you back. you're dead, lenore!

how and why i killed my neighbor sam

i used to have a neighbor,
people called him fatty fat sam,
who would greet me at the door
with "i'm sorry, i really am."

"don't you say that ever again"
i told him "you've done nothing wrong,
still i won't call you a dear friend
as i prefer to be alone."

he wasn't noisy, he wasn't loud,
but actually quite quiet.
i advised "if you want to be proud,
you have to start a strict diet!"

women have broken his heart,
men have broken his bones,
he'd still find a smile apart
for those who threw him stones.

i spoke "in here you don't belong,
sam. you know my words to be true.
as a man, you'll never be strong
enough to do what you need to do."

then, one sunny sunday morning,
for no particular reason,
sam returned from holy communion
and i began my act of treason.

maybe it was out of pity,
perhaps my worst hangover,
i can't recall a death so pretty,
like summer in plain october.

and then cold stroke sam,
the penetrating sharpness of my blade.
i gazed at the carcass of a joke — a man!
while i packed the tools of my trade.

i pass the days whispering at the walls,
waiting for their gracious reply,
as a wingless angel that never falls,
so is a mystery to live and die.

traveling in your arms

feels so good, feels so right,
the love you've given to me.
misunderstood and blinded by the sight
of the woman you've come to be.
i travel in your arms, when i'm cold.
i'll travel in your arms, when i'm old.

i cannot swim, so i'm drowning fast
without the love you give to me.
i save the illusions, but time is past
that's buried under several layers of sea.
i travel in your arms, when i sleep.
i travel in your arms, when i weep.

i've been damned and i've been burned
by the love you've given to me.
it's time to go, the wheel has turned
and we kiss goodbye under the tree.
i travel in your arms, when i'm high.
i'll travel in your arms, when i die.

this is my thing

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i do.
i beg you not to do it
as it distinguishes me from you.

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i own.
if you dare to take it,
i will throw you a stone!

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i made.
i know it is mine
for the passion i sprayed.

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i stole.
you will not find it,
it's hiddent in a hole.

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i lust,
even if it's damaged
or covered in dust.

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i love.
it's perfect and beautiful
and fits like a glove.

this is my thing,
it is a thing that i do.
i will not allow it
on anybody but you.

silent worshiper

i am the silent worshiper.
you do not see me,
you do not even hear me,
and you certainly do not feel me.
but i am always preying for you.

the meaning of life

some are born to work,
others are born to pray.
some are born to love,
others are born to hate.
some are born to be remembered,
others are born to be forgotten.
some are even born to laugh,
while others are born to cry.
but every single one
is certainly born to die.

song for the forgotten

there is a man dying on the street,
there's another man singing about it.
and this song, it's carved in stone,
it's a lullaby for those who are alone.

there is a girl who dreams so high,
her little eyes are faced towards the sky.
and then this guy, who's just a boy,
plays with the girl like she was his toy.

there is a monster living underground,
he was once lost but never found.
and then the scientist hunted him below,
he wanted him to star on a traveling show.

the man is dead and all has been said,
his story was written, but never read.
and the little girl cries her weepy eyes,
her heart twice broken, but never dies.

dying wish

my name is to remain undisturbed - forever unknown,
i curse the man who ever dares to carve it in stone.

my sunshine

why does the sun shine always so bright,
while the other stars all faint in the night?
it's not close enough, that yellow sun,
i need your warmth, my darling one.

a place to die

it came to me one lonely, lonely night,
with no warning (no warning!)
and completely out of light.
i was dreaming of a place,
among the shiny stars in the sky,
but was awaken by a trembling voice
"prepare, for you will die!"

"please, oh please! bringer of death!", i begged
"hear me out, before i part!"
and, horrified, i continued "i have a last wish,
buried deep within my heart.
the pissed bed of a man is surely no place to die,
certainly you must agree.
let me choose a more dignifying space,
a more suitable place for me."

never i expected such demonic creature to comply,
but still, i had to try.
it replied in a weary tone
"i'll walk with you to your resting place. so please, specify."
we traveled to distant lands,
in the shadow without bright.
truth is i was just buying time,
to keep my death out of sight.

it took me to a green field, at the top of the mountain,
under a lonely tree.
"we have come far, this is peaceful and beautiful.
are you ready?" it said to me.
"please, oh please! just a little more
and i know we will find..."
i kept babbling the words
that came vaguely across my mind.

we were now in a crowded place,
so much different from the last.
a fancy cemetery in town,
for those loved in the past.
i prepared my restless plea,
as it raised it's razor sharp knife.
"please, oh please! we are so close,
lend me one last kiss from my wife!"

every time i changed places,
it grew angry and furious.
but still, it had sympathy for me,
that's what made me curious.
only now i realize,
how close i came to truly die.
had it not been for the ripper heart's
failure to spot a lie.

back in the confinement of my room,
i knew it could wait no more.
i had found the perfect resting place,
but was unaware before.
as i stared the face of an angel,
gently sleeping in my bed
"bringer of death" i called
"i am now ready" i finally said.
"i want to die besides the keeper
of my poor and lonely heart,
that's the truth i should have known
right away, from the very start."

"you vile, despicable man!
what have you possibly done?"
said the ferocious creature,
in a dark and eerie tone.
"true love i cannot possibly kill,
even if that is my deepest will!
but should you ever stop"
it warned "i will rip apart the sky.
and then, my dearest friend,
you will most certainly die!"

fairness awareness

some friends i have here,
others i have over there.
but the good ones are away,
and that's just not fair.

stalker girl

she used to peep,
with growing wonder.
you could only notice
her silhouette in thunder.

she liked to stare
with her marble eyes,
and if you caught her
she'd tell you lies.

she was unwanted,
but she didn't care.
she kept a camera
hidden in her hair.

she felt lonely,
'cause he had a girl.
so she made a boy
and named him earl.

that boy she made
was entirely clay,
but it'd make her smile
through every day.

in her little heart,
there is a resting fire:
to watch him close
is her big desire.

one tragic day,
earl fell down the stairs.
her mother said
"it's clay, who cares?"

she ran away,
hid in a tree,
and there she wished
to drown in the sea.

"come out of there,
go ride a bike.
why won't you try
to see that boy you like?"

she sat by the window
watching him sleep,
but when he woke up
he called her a creep.

with her heart broken,
she could take no more,
and ended her life
off the seven floor.

now that she's gone
and part of the sky,
she still watches the boy
with her marble eye.

sally

screaming voices of those i thought were dead.
        male and female, the youth and the elderly.
they are all in here, inside my eerie head.
        words have never emerged so clearly,
                as those whispers echoing in my inner ear,
                as the visions i have of sally — my sweet dear.

i traveled many, many miles from far, far away.
        the background has changed, but nothing more.
companions appeared, but none would stay.
        one thing remains true, and of that i am sure,
                my everlasting love will be waiting with a smile,
                my sweet, sweet sally — whom i left for a while.

step by step, i forth into the porch and front door.
        the crows are whistling my favorite call.
i gaze upon her body, resting on the bloody floor.
        pity me — that my heart has never felt so small,
                as the day those voices laid my hands on her chest,
                and my dear, dear sally made me a wondering guest.

wings of love

between you and me and you,
a lullaby that used to be ever so sad.
out of all the things that i never had,
one still remains wished for.
oh, that much certainly is true!

between me and you and me,
there is a teaspoon of so shy, fragile love.
because there was never a blue sky above,
these wings have not evolved.
oh, that much certainly cannot be!

amongst the yours and mine and yours,
innocent eyes never gazed upon sweetness before.
a dark room, with no windows and just one door,
confinement for the true blind.
oh, there you lay upon the seven floors!

amongst the mine and yours and mine,
addressed letters - written - but never sent.
many have been the sleepless nights that i've spent,
fantasizing about knowing you.
oh, there you lay where i decline!

disgusting feeling

i always thought dreams were meant for those unsuitable to love.

counting stars

hello, beautiful woman.
i want to show you all the stars.
all the stars in the night,
in all the nights in the sky,
in all the skies in the world,
in all the worlds of the universe.
lets count them together,
start from number one,
and give them names.
let's make them our own,
nobody else's.
and when we reach a thousand,
we may kiss.
our very first kiss,
repeated endlessly,
in that dark background.
we shall treasure this moment,
under the bright moonlight,
for every aeon that passes by.

i am a man, but i'm still your man

today is the day, for me, to do as i please and say.
still you scream to go fuck myself, and i comply.

to you, my delusions

i thought you were the one,
then i thought you were at least one,
but, as it turned out, you were no one at all,
just a piece of paper, pinned on my wall.

robert e. lee

when i was young, and wild, and free,
mary testified, she testified against me,
but i did not kill robert e. lee,
and i do not know where his body could be.

forever a stranger

so long as my love remains unknown, so shall this fountain spring eternal.

always thankful of one's possessions

what i dream,
what i wonder,
what i wish,
what i need,
and what i get,
are completely different things.

the truth

religion is but the evolutionary solution to the perception of death.

be not afraid to speak

must not a man speak his heart and soul, for fear of his own words?
i say, absolutely not! and let the others worry about that!
i have too much on my mind, let me empty some vile words.

a summer's day delirium

if you ever hear a summer song reaching for you,
look up to see if the sky is still pale blue.
i could wonder all day where the sun has gone,
then i'd childly try to spell it completely wrong.
every action taken in this heat is just waste,
but i don't mind, i keep running and i haste!
whenever i fall i hurt and scratch my knee,
and i crawl and i drag myself under the tree.
beneath that chilling shadow i have all these dreadful dreams,
where everything is beautiful, but never what it seems.
i stare at this angel in a very peculiar disguise,
he says he brings me the news of my demise.
my eyes are forced open in the most startling terror,
repeatedly i convince my heart it wasn't the death bearer.
as i gasp for air, it's harder and harder to breath,
a man passes by and he ignores me - oh, the greed!
i hope my godless soul holds strength until tomorrow,
the day a peace pigeon flies away with this sorrow.
it tears apart the clouds as it speeds in such hurry,
and the leafs above my head fade - it's all so blurry!
what if all i ever did in this life cut short was mistaken?
i question myself how can every heart be already taken.
every woman i glance passes through me like a ghost,
but a simple kiss on the forehead is what i want the most.
all in all this is but the delirium of a soon to be death,
and i so truly believe everything has rightfully been said.

world says sorry

one day, i will have the world on its knees,
begging with its eyes washed out in tears.

the lives of others

everybody else is exactly the same as everybody else, not more, nor less - not even equal.

loop

if i had made more friends i would not have time to think that if i had made more friends i would not have time to think that if i had made more friends i would not have time to think that if i had made more friends i would not have time to think that if i had made more friends i would not have time to think that if i had made more friends i would not have time to think that if i had made more friends i would not have time to think that...

god

my thoughts on religion or any kind of deity are pretty simple and straightforward. these are good things worth for one purpose alone: god is the universal scapegoat, that people can blame for all the petty things troubling their miserable minds. it's refreshing to just look into the infinity of the night sky, give it the finger and shout a beautiful "fuck you".

love

you're born alone and you'll die alone, love is just the world's sick way of trying to make you think otherwise.

to a friend

a friend is a friend, don't matter the end.

i dislike smiling

i am a sad man. to force a smile upon me is to present me the deep fires of hell.

heaven & hell

heaven is wherever your heart belongs,
hell is where your body is without it.

long gone

i have lived two lives,
for each i had a different lie.
i have since forgotten the one truth i ever had,
i do not know my own name.

i'll have what he's having

i had it once,

now i have it no more,

i used to hate it,

now i want it for sure.

to everything

there is more meaning in one doubt than in a whole lot of certainties.

thor

they came to me, asked my name.
i said then wait, let's play a game.
everyone got quite intrigued,
i wondered if any believed.
the rules are plain, straight and simple,
this is somehow a fuzzy, big riddle.
"would you give us the puzzle already?
we are waiting still and steady!"
i could only stall so much,
then i remembered the story of the dutch.
he was ten feet tall, named thor,
people often wondered if he'd fit the door.
had a big brown axe he used to cut wood
and a kind of language no one understood.
a heart that's been faithful, true and kind,
but impure thoughts are all over his mind.
"so tell us how he ever came to be!"
i said "sit back, relax and you'll see."
when thor was a baby, a long time ago,
his mother would put on a very special show,
his father would lift him up really high
and baby would joyfully move the clouds in the sky.
for he is the guardian of the bluest light,
to face death on the rightest fight.
"is he the warm touch of the mighty sun?"
"let me finish already, shut up everyone!"
if you've ever been wronged, don't hesitate to say
"oh brave thor, wouldn't you painfully make them pay?"
if you are good, he will hastily oblige
and present you with a most startling mirage.
for even if it was all in your head,
all your biggest fears are now but dead.
so if you ever feel down, sad and blue
just call his name and he'll be there for you.
they went home with wonder in their eyes
and i rested alone without names and goodbyes.

again, again and again

why must hearts be fragile?
when love should always be tender,
for you, i was bound to surrender,
but you cast me into exile.

the little pieces of happiness

it's the small things that we take for granted every morning we get out of bed, that were always there and we just assume always will be. the kind of things that can go through an entire lifetime unchanged, in some cases untouched, but they are there and they make you smile, even if only inside your heart. a photograph by the bed, a painting on the wall, a vase over the coffee table, the junk mail by the fridge, the banana peel she left on the sink, her underwear all over the sheets, the bathtub filled with foam and soap and the hairdryer next to the half eaten toast. it's the raindrops over your head, hearing the song you like on the radio, trying a new taste for the first time, playing in the snow, making fun of other people's hair and clothes while trying to figure out what they are saying to each other. it's the little pieces of joy we glue together in time that gives us that rush to face the new day. some may say we can survive without them and it is the truth, but it's only really that: surviving. great happiness in life does not happen often enough, so we have to rely on the small things. it just so happens that sometimes every little thing you built your daily routine with starts to fail and fade away, while a great happiness is still million of miles away. well, you just hang on to the hope of a better day, an unexpected surprise, a new friend and most of your daily blues will be alright.

why death is greater than life

life is boring, death comes fast enough.

home sweet home

home is where your heart feels unrest, it longs to be free and run away.

silhouette

i go crazy by your silhouette,
though we have never actually met.
not the prettiest girl in town,
but she makes the show go down.
those kinky reddish meaty lips,
shall we kiss and see if it fits?
when she walks by in her heels,
like a smoothing melody it feels.
i hunger to hold you by the hips
while my reason away gently slips.
i contort my every bone to hold myself,
she's a lusty book luring from the shelf.
when you pose in the balcony,
another man takes over me.
to her i desire my stories translated,
before the whole love becomes outdated.
but it's your silhouette that i crave,
the raging poison that makes me brave.
if you ever hear a word i said,
come to me before i'm dead.

suicide

not only have i grown tired of the world, but the world has grown tired of me.

everlasting

love is a snow flake that always melts when you get too excited.

ain't it great?

today i woke up into a dream and wished for reality.

those eyes

your eyes are frozen mirrors, stolen from the forgotten bottom of my heart. they fog to blindness at the the first blow of warm breath any living creature dares to present you. every time you cry, the crystallized tears tear the remnants of a once soft skin with wounds that resemble the cutting edges of glass shards dancing in the burning winter wind. how i long to penetrate the emptiness of those icy blue spheres, be rendered powerless before your coldness. transform me into another frozen statue, an eternal servant among all others that wondered into doom. let me stare at your shattered face. one day i will blind you, i will guide you endlessly throughout the planes of time, hand in hand, until the snow desert is no more.

and never to love again

one night she goes to bed wondering,
why the same old story again and again.
then one fine morning she realizes
she can only make love to her ego,
never to love a man.

your song

sing me a song,
it doesn't have to be long,
but in a minor, a sad key,
because the day wronged me.

i photographed the world
in color film, black and white and gold,
but i lust to capture your beauty,
stripped from chains, it's pure poetry.

i handcrafted a statue,
that someday will turn into you,
whom i will make my queen,
the prettiest eyes have ever seen.

enchant me with a tune,
take me to the dark side of the moon,
where we will always redeem,
because maybe, it was all just a dream.

imagine

imagine all the love,
real, honest and true.
imagine, think of me
and then think of you

paint it in white
as you see it in your heart.
draw true love,
come on, it's never apart.

i saw true love,
a blank paper she showed me,
in it a million things,
but they were all white you see.

how can it be then?
the thing we all talk the most,
the greatest feeling
is also the one true ghost?

the stage

the world is a stage.
life, a play.
and we are merely puppets dancin' around the edges of freewill,
while being held by the strings of time.

the rule

there is a rule,
from which all rules are ruled.
that rule states that,
for any kind of rule,
there must be another rule
that rules over the first rule.

think, preach and do

can you imagine how different the world would be,
if only we were half the person we are in our own words?

the first day

remember those first days?
when you are expecting something new,
a simple package, a gift, a party.
to see someone you haven't in a while,
to experiment something extravagant,
going out on a first date,
hearing that song once again,
the first day of school,
when spring returns,
your first born baby.
how you bathe on the rays of the sun,
in the morning, after you made love.
oh joyous days,
why can't they all be first days?

in my pocket

i have a collection card to trade,

keep it always in my pocket,

try to guess it, it's a comet,

one more time, a charade.

there are some golden coins in there,
hear that shaking sound,
they were lost, now they're found,
touch them, if you dare.

a love draft to my dear,
how beautiful the phrases written,
straight from the heart they were bitten,
i promise, next year.

a long search, here is a caramel,
sweet and good for you,
it's brown, not blue,
let me play the tubular bell.

the other has some keys,
i wonder the mysteries they reveal,
a new world, not so real,
inhabited by animals and frozen peas.

such amazing things,
can fit into this tiny place,
a little piece of your face,
and six guitar strings.

different worlds

there are so many different worlds,
and everyone has got their own.
the world you see,
the world you wish,
and the world you live in,
so far apart from each other.
sometimes you can peek into others,
but you can never leave.

you're a tease

all i ever do is please,
while you're constantly on the tease.
will love ever stop this unease?

what to do, what to do

where would i go, if i had wings on my back?
i would most certainly visit all those places they talk so loud,
even if i do not know what they are talking about.

what would i do, if i could live a living dream?
i would most certainly experiment all the dangerous stunts,
even if they do not seem appealing at all.

who would i be, if given the choice?
i would most certainly want to be someone famous and good,
even if solitude is what defines me the most.

who should i love, if greater were the offer?
i would most wisely desire the perfectness only found in my dreams,
even if it does not inhabit in this world.

what you truly know

at best, what you think you know is only that.

time

there was a time, long long ago,
time wasn't even time yet,
there wasn't a thing to show.

rape, murder, just a shadow away

before i depart without say,
let's us celebrate this day.
an arrow that has pierced deep,
tears the tissue in my sleep.
late night walks in the park,
home for the doomed to dark.
a disfigured attempt of man,
begin to love, no one can.
for those meeting it tonight,
might life not be found so bright.
someone has raped my heart,
burst blood vessels on my back.
both my soul and body abused,
no violent criminal to be accused.
my ears were burned once more,
i can not hear your voice anymore.
pitch black has perpetrated my eyes,
only a memory of clouds in the skies.
no love can remain here,
there's no more room for fear.
numbing, i crawled into a shell,
i have been given the pleasure of hell.
you've forced into me for hours on end,
just a dream, it wasn't you, a friend.
the smell of freshly baked bread,
hovers my body, pronounced dead.
such act has proven the inhumane,
please, wouldn't you rape me again?