joi, 25 martie 2010

A lover's confession

She's like the wind,
With a heart open,ready to sing.

She is my sin,
Devoured by beauty,the air becomes thin.

She is the dark,
In debt to her,covered by her mark.

She's not there,
Yet my thoughts are bound...Bound somewhere.

She drives me crazy,
Looking so fragile,as if a daisy.

luni, 1 martie 2010


I see one suffer and another suffer yet more,
Such hate surrounds me,i despise life once more.
I find people on my path filled with disgust,
And can not help but do what I must...

Nothing seems real as all is fake,
Some show no mercy for god's sake,
Some come not to give but only take,
It is in my belief that this world is nothing but fake.

I am sorry and i feel your hate,
But nothing is too late...