The festival of agonyThe roundabouts of love, they strike from inside,The festival of agony
The chill and the thrill of the screams of your soul
The hatred and envy in your wicked spirit
When everything's over, you'll certainly kill it
The circus of the frantic, it makes you insane
They feast on your joy, because it's their bane
Created by themselves, they will devour each other
When no-one's around, they will kill you, my brother
The games of the fate, with you best bet on black
You will lose guaranteed, I can tell you that!
Bu
BattleA long-lost battle once again Engaged with you, my very friend Miracles and dreams come true Although you know they won't ensue The mind is dead, the soul is pale And still you hope you will prevailBattle
You drown, despair, you suffocate You seem to know it's far too late Your heart stopped beating long ago Been searching for a place to go You strive for loving, yet you bleed And still you hope you will succeed
I hear you scream although you hide I see you dead but still alive I know you cry near every day And never tell me - That's okay...
Something missing... or not?Now say, young friend, why should I go Into this blankness called my soul Nothing less than none to find In this empty, hollow mindSomething missing... or not?
But I'm not sad, nor feel I vain My life's not curse nor bane, but still Something's missing, sensed disgress And I feel more how I transgress
It has gone, the feel called love And all that's left flies far above No intention to retrieve Because there's nothing to achieve But hurt and ache and non-belief
PastShe took the pen.Past
Her eyes covered with tears All she thought about was her pain. She wouldn't stop thinking of him. His eyes. His smile. He always smiled when he cheered her up. It was him that made her happy, not that what he said. It was him, who was there all the time, the only one who understood her. She felt safe when he was around, she felt alive.
Why did he have to do that? She couldn't comprehend. All that mattered, all her hopes, all that she had was him.
She never knew why.
But what she knew was that it would come to this, but love got her hopes up too high. He couldn'
Over again.
Sarcastic
--
Dont read with your mind, Read with your heart
--
bir Azraildir düşer önüme...
ben yürürüm , gittiğim yere Tanrılar götürürüm...
welcome to dA
--
(- Aibou... why did you change the signature?)
(Because I felt like it)
(- But... why? I liked the old one)
(If you really wish to know, then... TALK TO THE HAND!)
Previous PageNext Page