In my heart of hearts,
I know that I could never love again.
I've lost everything... Everything...
Everything that matters to me matters in this world.
donderdag, mei 18, 2006
killing spree
I'm on a killing spree
nothing left to see
only the made-up me
ready for another killing spree.
You don't wan't it to be
you say you only want to see the real me
but every time I show you, you turn around and flee.
And so I'm gone for anther killing spree.
Keep crying I'm doing wrong
Keep hating what I've become
You don't want to see the real me
Cause you know he was part of your killing spree.
My body mutilated by the fight
My soul turned to the night
You just fear what you've set free
You fear it's gonna get you in it's killing spree.
nothing left to see
only the made-up me
ready for another killing spree.
You don't wan't it to be
you say you only want to see the real me
but every time I show you, you turn around and flee.
And so I'm gone for anther killing spree.
Keep crying I'm doing wrong
Keep hating what I've become
You don't want to see the real me
Cause you know he was part of your killing spree.
My body mutilated by the fight
My soul turned to the night
You just fear what you've set free
You fear it's gonna get you in it's killing spree.
woensdag, mei 17, 2006
Waarom? Na al die tijd..
Waarom?
Na al die tijd...
...nog steeds zo'n gevoel van gemis?
Waarom?
Na al die tijd...
...nog steeds zo'n gevoel van eenzaamheid?
Waarom?
Na al die tijd...
...nog steeds zo'n gevoel van liefde voor wat was?
Waarom?
Na al die tijd...
...nog steeds geen gevoel van afsluiten voor mezelf?
Waarom?
Na al die tijd...
... nog steeds zo kwellend?
Waarom?
Na al die tijd...
Na al die tijd...
...nog steeds zo'n gevoel van gemis?
Waarom?
Na al die tijd...
...nog steeds zo'n gevoel van eenzaamheid?
Waarom?
Na al die tijd...
...nog steeds zo'n gevoel van liefde voor wat was?
Waarom?
Na al die tijd...
...nog steeds geen gevoel van afsluiten voor mezelf?
Waarom?
Na al die tijd...
... nog steeds zo kwellend?
Waarom?
Na al die tijd...
zondag, mei 14, 2006
Black plain
A black plain
in the air the pain
and the memoirs of the past
written in the ruins of what lasts.
Wind of dust
created to embrace
the lonely creature standing
in his own destructed crest.
The last glimp and sparks
of sun and stars floating away
with the sound of cries
begging for relief.
Never again will someone see
the dark plain of what's left of me
let them see the walls of stone
created to protect my darkness against their own.
Flee, flee creature of the pain
and run from your destruction
it will al be in vain
Cause devoured you have
nothing left nomore
just the hate
and a creature you never saw before.
in the air the pain
and the memoirs of the past
written in the ruins of what lasts.
Wind of dust
created to embrace
the lonely creature standing
in his own destructed crest.
The last glimp and sparks
of sun and stars floating away
with the sound of cries
begging for relief.
Never again will someone see
the dark plain of what's left of me
let them see the walls of stone
created to protect my darkness against their own.
Flee, flee creature of the pain
and run from your destruction
it will al be in vain
Cause devoured you have
nothing left nomore
just the hate
and a creature you never saw before.
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