Day 97: If they made a film about my life, this would be the end credits song ( Read more... )

I live on the dark side of the moon;
where the eagles fly high.
I am writing melodies no one will sing;
while the poison fills my cup.
I listen to the voices of the twinkling stars;
falling deeper in love with you.
I am the daughter of the burning sun;
you are my glorious father.
One day I will travel from this place;
everyone will sing my melody.
When the ( Read more... )

With oil black as the night ( Read more... )

Run up that hill.
Scream at the top of your lungs;
turn your tear streamed face towards that cruel sky.

I won't help you.
This pain is something you carry;
I can't and won't lift it of your chest.

Grasp that opportunity.
Hit them straight in the face;
curse and demand answers to every mystery you know.

No one but that sky!
That God who took away your ( Read more... )

Rising, rising, rising.
You’re rising today again,
to look down on me.
To put the dirty and filthy on show.
Dragging the foul thoughts out,
for everyone to see the ugly secrets within.
You deepen the shadows,
turns them into oil covering everything,
makes the bad even worse in others’ eyes.
If it was your sister,
then maybe I could hide it all,
but ( Read more... )

Rising, rising, rising.
You’re rising today again,
to look down on us.
Show casting the dirty and filthy.
Dragging it out,
for everyone to see our ugly secrets.
You deepen the shadows,
make the bad even worse in others’ eyes.
Was it your sister,
then we could hide it all,
but no.
Dripping with disgust,
from your high place you look down.
You love ( Read more... )

Dragon's breath,
falling leaves scented with my blood,
black water on my lips.
Thirst drying my throat,
claws tearing at my flesh to make scars,
oil staining everything.
The air disappearing from my lungs,
red coloring the forever green.
Can't drink the black,
can't breath the air made of fire,
can't heal the acching scars.
Release me,
beast.

No comment... Do ( Read more... )

May I borrow some glue?
Maybe some nails and wood too.
Since this noise is killing me.
Irritation, frustration.

The sound of the drops,
falling one by one.
Can't find the little hole.
Action, malfunction.

Since honestly,
how hard can it be for me?
To find a little hole?
Confusion, distraction.

This is draining me.
Draining all of my energy.
This little damn hole ( Read more... )

You're my drug ( Read more... )

Time is passing by,
in the small and in the big,
wherever you are from or go.

It flows like the rivers,
crashes down like the raging waves
and howls like the wind.

Behind or before,
no one can escape its grip.

In the flames we see the past flashing by,
on the earth we thread with naked feet,
as it passes all around us.

Please keep holding my hand,
the big ( Read more... )