The Unnamed...

Her lungs are dry,
she'd crawled on her knees.

crawled on the blades of fury,

for the crime she was judged by the jury...

For the days she lived, lie and arrogance were the weapons
weapons of her intentional fake,
all the things he had she always had to take...

Her eyes cold as frost,

drilled his body from the crust to core,
the pain she gave was more than he could endure...

These were his obvious cries,

burn my misconceptions,

let me look beyond those lies,

let me see the place where your darkest heart conspire...

Leave me some air,

for my dry lungs to repair...

Your eyes are so sharp,

they created a hole in my soul,

leave me your footprints, to get back the heart you stole...

Sublime Яepugnance...

Could feel the dark skies,
and the devil coming closer
all these years he lived by the sward...
He cut his hand to judge if he was alive,
drugs were the best companion...

One day he left it all,
threw every bottle of alcohol...
fought with the devil for his life,
which he once was ready to take with his own knife...

Learned to imagine,
imagine the beauty of thought,
brought back every feeling he sold,
even if the price was gold...

He thought it was his time,
didn't realize that his clock had stopped...
He thought he found the reason to live,
but this reason didn't let him breathe...

He tried to rebuild his castle,
but it was too late,
and he was without the phrase...

All he trusted was his will,

it also left him to a definite kill...

Finally the day has come,

his hands were sweaty,

can't return the attack of betray

it slit his throat...

He was left alone,

lost in the depth of misery,

where regret was also not able to fill his emptyness...

His Love Didn't Die...

He could foresee the future
still didn't bother the consequences,
wiped the blood shun eyes
just to fake a smile...


He knew the fallout of the destined foray
once he was told of getting murdered by his soul,
still he wanted to taste betray and denial
so he drenched his pride in the black waters...


He walked with a hope in his eyes
his heart pure as his thoughts...
He held a rose in his hand
rapped in sparkling plastic,
he walked with his heart beats growing,
his eyes blushed...


He reached nearer
his pulse crossed the normal,
he looked into those crystalline eyes
lips as red as red wine...
Moved closer hiding his purpose
he was feeling the shivers,
so he closed his eyes and got to one knee...
He was very happy
for the day he dreamt has come,
he progressed the rose with a smile on his face and closed eyes
heard a loud roar of a gun...
Smell of blood filled the scene
he was afraid that his love had died,
didn't have the courage to open his eyes
till he felt dampness on his chest,
he suddenly opened his eyes
his love was laughing on his dismay...

The Fire Still Burns...

I learned how to fall today, didn't know it will thrill you;
found out i was wrong today, didn't know it will fulfill you...
I know i am hurt inside, to weak to continue;
didn't know you wanted this debt to be paid...


I have lost my wings today, burned by your hate;
I feel my will cannot survive anymore against my fate...
I scratched my skin today, didn't expect you will smile;
but your selfism buried me in the tragic pile...


Now i am cold, too cold to feel you;
but i know the fire will burn till the image fades away...
Let it burn to keep me alive, let it burn to fuel your selfish pride...
And you know that i am dead, but the soul still wanderin;
till i find my lost emotions, till i leave my impression;
till i become strong to face you, till i convince myself to hate you;
till i take a step to walk all over you...

Provoked By Situational Circumstances...

Circumstances make a curse to the venomous rage,

like the fuel to the burning days...

Agony haunt my life,

frustration gets into strife...

Mind can't think nothing else at times,

and i don't want to but it happens,

that people get hurt by the veracious words...

Everyone is so illusioned by situation,

not able to deny the ferocious inclinations...

It seems so distant from reality,

aren't we matured still,

it puts a question on our cultivation...

Guilt is what endorses my act,

after the time it has made its impact,

mind tells me how stupid i was,

it was all said and done without a cause...

Sense is what i need at times,

when my brain is disfunctioned by simultaneous thoughts of death ,pain and serenity...

I try to control but it has the consequences,

if i acted absurd,

why didn't you fill the substance with the words..?

Cry At My Grave...

Starin at the sea will she come,

is there hope for me after all is said and done...

Anything at any price all of this for you,

all the spoils of a wasted life all of this for you...

And I can take the pain on my head,

and I can teach my will how to stand...

Even if i am buried further deeper,

I will wait for you till the end...

When i close my eyes,

i see skies filled with dark clouds,

they cry on my destiny,

they cry for my solitude...

Save me now let me be undrowned,

when every thing fall to the ground how can i stay.??

I wish you take my hand,

not to barb a cut...

I hope you open the door,

not to shut...

I wonder why you not give me tranquility,

why can't you let me breathe,

breathe and smell your lies,

it stinks i know from the circling flies...

Even so far away i can still feel you,

I am without a fault i still plead you,

but i am not here to be your slave...

Free me now,

from the illusions of mercy,

free me now,

from the heretics of future,

don't push my spirit into torment,

dig my grave in your yard,

and water it with the tears from your heart...

Hold on behind those Grey and lonely eyes,

hold on to me,

before i am forgotten by time,

dead body still screams your name...

Deathflection...

Looking in the mirror to find my conscience becomming thinner,
my acts my intentions making me a sinner, the world around me is endless and i am gettin rarer,
is it the reflection of my guilt or the venom my surroundin spilled...


I see greed all around me,
flowing in the veins...
dressed in all this greed beauty makes it lethal...
Circling over my head dreadful souls
make me feel standing alone in the brawl...
Standin alone in the fight against my guilt,
leading to a sense of destroying what i have built...


I want the answers of all my sins,
which i did and which world made me profess,
i will stand against my destruction until it makes me confess...
Every time i find you, you seem to hide behind your so called goddess,
not this time, now its time i am gonna snatch your prowess...
Tragic flickers in my head,
knocking the thoughts out of my flesh,
killing my desire and i know i won't survive,
but i choose life even if i am buried alive...

Smoke,dust,fire,thrust

blood,wound,kill,fuck

shit...