The way my demons fight

Where is her dinner?
Where are the flowers she can press?
When will she leave here?
Been here for hours and no less
Please leave me here in the empty world

Where is my mother?
Will she be there when I am gone?
Fetal in turmoil
I can't afford another run
Needle and tinfoil
I never thought that I'd be done

Please leave me here in the empty world
Fall in love with the empty girl
If I go outside I'll feel much better
Let me hit myself I'm starting to feel

And bleed

Where is my brother?
Where is my father?

Please leave me here in the empty world
Fall in love with the empty girl!

Can love be true between me and you?
Could it burst open to show something that is new?
Could your lips stay,while covered by mine?
Would it last a moment or be sacred in time?

I live in a life where nothing stays the same,
For being human is a guild,no one is to blame.
As a human,I crave for what i can not have,
A thought so cruel,it merely drives me mad.

Yet who am i to be ashamed,
To complain that things are not the same?
Why should i be covered in guilt,
As my bretheren stay,when they should all just walk away?

Inspiration:
Tiamat-Cain

I can touch and I can kiss,
I can want but it's more that I miss.
I need to feel,need to see,
Want to be on top of life' tree.

I Crush and brush all that i disagree with,
I seem right,I forge your heart as if a smith,
The way the metal burns,thus shall thy soul burn.

As if a tear,
That was once a star,
A cloud,
Part sky,part earth.

Sick and tired most humans look alike,
Yet they get used to sadness,forgeting delight,
Enduring horrors and pains,much too complicated.

Give love,
Stop the hattred,
I try to remind me of myself,
Instead i reach for another...for help.

P.S.:
I am strong even as a fool,
I am in love even if it's not fully true,
I am human only on the outside,
I am you and I am more.

I am sick and I am done,
I am right and I am wrong,
I do not breath,yet,I LIVE,
I am a husband,sadly left without a wife.
(But it shall not be so,my entire life)

Inspiration:
Kings of Leon-Use somebody

Idio(t)ms

Si credeai ca daca nu te lasa dupa sex,ca te iubeste...

A broken soul's tale

I have been murdered on the cap of treason
Yet i have died simple,it seems,with no reason.
I lie deep,as how i have entered,
I was not done,until i became undone.

Time removes one's need to remember,
And at the same time it wants us to surrender.
Like little pupets we are obliged to give in,
To rot,to crumble,as time cleanses us from within.

Dead,you get the chance to see all of your tries,
As spirits,we see with a black golden pair of eyes,
Which show us why this world is such a mess,
And that now,pure,we can put away our dress.

ONLY NOW CAN I SEE IT ALL
ONLY NOW I SEE THINGS SMALL!
I see now the eyes that put away the candle,
Was there ever something true,i could not have handled?

A spark like a diamond begins to burn,
The brute inside chooses to turn.
I die as a child,aalthough i am not born,
Releasing a song,blown by natures horn.

The church is empty but of a light,
That burns silently,on it's knees,on the right,
It is drenched in passion,thus burning so bright,
As if a torch that banishes the night.

As a final test I must jump from the deepest height,
And fall heavily,disapearing from sight,
Until I crash and feel the end,
With the body broken,the soul,can finally bend.

LIFE IS JUST A GAME,
SLOWLY MAKING ONE GO INSANE.
WE CAN TRY TO RESIST,BUT RESISTANCE IS IN VAIN,
JUST SMILE BENEATH THE BLOSSOMS,FOR YOU ARE PLAIN.

Home?Where's home?

In a place where feelings turn and change,
Where time comes and goes as it pleases,
When love was a notion with no boundaries,
That was once HOME.

Enough have i laughed
And too much have i lived.
Enough seems never enough,
But now,it shapes my red cristal.

What is it that makes us complete?
What's up with the clock,that makes it tick?
Why is the heart so hard,so thick,
Why am i dying,continously growing sick.

Mighty is the hamer that shapes the sword,
As mighty as the weapon of men,like ice,the word.
Yet nothing hurts through flesh or bone,
Then the strong words she has thrown.

Enjoy my riddles and rimes,
Forget the passing of all the many times,
Remember what was NOW,
But before you go,let me have my final BOW.

P.S.:

Will I wash away, turning like a stone?
I need a place where I belong,
 Call a setting sun, to throw me down a rope
And take me to a place called home.
I close my eyes, I know you're  there, love of mine
Standing on the shore in a  world I design.
The sunset fires a lonely flare into the sky
And all at sea we say good
bye.

INSPIRATION:
Home-Above&beyond

Time passes

When infinit becomes minimum

And nothing seems real,

Then times are changing,

And the blind are begging.

Feed from the juice that fills the roots of trees,

And enter into its nothingness .

Release the maze that struggles within,

And find thy wayto a better place.

WE NEED TO THINK
WE NEED TO LIVE
WE HAVE TO BREATH
WE WILL AL DIE!

Inspiration

Disturbed-Mistress