It goes on (2)
It goes on and on
Splitting me into pieces
Ghosts of my emotions
Taunting me, leaving me with doubts.
Some whispers while some too harsh
They went on and on
Fear shredding me of trust
Then inviting sadness
Whose voice like thorns
I couldn't go on, in silence
So I drew ink, and wrote; on and on
About thorns, till dusk
Creating this hideous but graceful art
Of thorns and ink of blood red
But the voices were never gone
They went on and on
Till I'm back on this cliff
With hands covered in ink
And no feathers left in my wings.
They went on and on
Till my words are gone and I fall
Then back to where it all began
In the room of twitching lights and heavy heart
A mere shadow of what will
But it will go on and on
Till I'm back on that cliff
Or stare at a void that goes on and on
Till I am lost and gone with no return
It goes on— % &-
It goes on (1)
I can't feel my hands.
They are all in head,
The voices, infections through my vein;
But I feel no pain.
It goes on and on
The lights twitching, my hands twitching
The Words spinning inside my head
It goes on and on
Let me breathe
Let me catch my breath
Let me go, but,
It went on and on
I can't hear myself
Which is my voice?
I went on, and moved on
Ignoring those screams in my head
But they went on and on
Till it drives me crazy?
Isolate me in this haunted house of mine,
This haunted: taunting mind of mine?
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Fear came (Ghost of Fear)
Can you hear?
Cracking and splintering of boxes
Coming from the basement through the fire place.
The walls are whispering words of despair.
Creeping through your skin, chills down your vain.
Can you feel?
Cold from the fire place, maybe from the windows.
Or from ghosts escaping their boxes.
The lights has gone dim, as came scratching sounds.
Scratching then thrudding, like someone finally gave up.
Hurry, let's hide under your skin.
Cleanse yourself of trust, and rid the blind fold.
Lock the doors and shut the windows.
Hurry please, because I 'Fear'
And lose those you hold close
(Haunted House) — % &-
Haunted House (intro)
Its a haunted house of my own making
In the middle of the woods, with ghosts of my emotions.
Many walked in but with faces of mine
All started with "hi" but all ghost of mine
Taking rooms, all rooms in my mind.
Then snow came but no little warmer by the fireside
They don't wait for night its always dark in here
Mapping time but also wasting time
They don't wait till night, but I'll be alright.
And my ghosts we'll be just fine
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My gift to you
A rose for your pain..
A kiss for your cheek.
A hug for your strength.
A letter for your mind.
A whisper of truth
A glimpse of hope
A drop of love
A thought of you.
A fear for fail.
A rare gift of mine.
A mere fact that you know.
A clear statement of "I love you"— % &-
About time
It's that time of the year again.
When roses are red
Oh stained, strained too,
When time runs and so do my Muse.
It's that time of the year again.
When the air is thick on toxic waste.
From hypocritic expression of affection.
When roses wilt 🥀 on the night stand.
It's that time of the year again.
When you are reminded how comfortable
You've gotten with being so alone
When you measure your happiness in weighs.— % &-
Old Friend Of Mine
Old friend of mine
When we set out, so far from home.
Did you know, you would walk the coast
Where colors came to life.
Old friend of mine
We have walk down by the seaside.
Skipping stones, Walking the dangling ropes,
Against the changing time, over stepping stones.
Old friend of mine
We found a place, among the stars.
Along the stories of young and old,
Where words came to life.
Old friend of mine
In stories told, hiding the mountain size
We've come to know that what we have
So we walk and don't look back.
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Memories
We found our place standing on a cliff
Where our turmoil were mere voices in the breeze
And birds sang warnings down the stream
But the night sky sat above where we could see.
We made our way through the storm in the sea.
With it gripping and dancing round our feet.
And we felt the sun like thorns on our skin.
But we wore smiles for others to see.
We made words play down our lips.
And we stay wrapped in embrace.
We made words: play with not just the lips.
But then the storm came and our place still remained.
We both lost our way
Made it back and lost again
We made our place and left our mark
But though we drifted apart, the memories remained.
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I left home for the coastline,
To somewhere I could find.
I am alone for the first time
But it never felt like it.
I felt my heart for the first time
I could hear sound of it beating.
I left towards the sun,
I'm might loose the sense of time.
I'm moving far away
I'm moving towards the valley
Maybe to a sunny place
Where I can free my mind.
I'm looking for the place I dream of
Where fire burns in the night sky
And we stay younger:-
Could be your Dream Or mine,
Just where feels like a dream.
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