Home Isn't Always A Place Where You Live. Sometimes It's Your Best Friend Who Wraps You In Her Arms And

Being Alive

So ruthlessly cold and empty,

These bedsheets mocking my sorrow.

Hearing every tick of the clock,

Reluctantly gazing at the mirror,

Seeing nothing but a wasted potential.

Strong is the urge to feel the life drain out of me,

Yet the dreams keep me awake.

All the thrill left to be experienced,

And all the cities left to be loved,

Leaves me wanting to see the life play out.

Setting the regrets on fire,

A toast to the feeling of being alive.

Let's get out and wander to a new country,

Dancing to the melodies we can't revive,

Singing the songs one never hears again in life.

Falling in love with strangers you see on the train

Knowing you'll never see them again.

Loving the cafes you know you'll never forget,

Turning the pages of a mysterious book,

In hurry, whose title you'll forget.

So much agony in your heart. Offer me a plate of your pain for it hurts me to see you suffering alone. Darling, let me suffer with you.

A Burning Love

Left with a bleeding heart,

An undying urge to crawl back to you.

All the shirts left behind burning in the hearth.

Was it really us that matter?

Or the ego you bring to the table?

All those flowers left at the doorstep,

I'll decorate your grave with them,

If not on your arrogance I will bury.

Don't beg for me in the evening,

When in morning you'll leave again,

Forget all the promises made,

Under the influence of my love.

You like to see me cry,

I like to see you bleed.

Your words, my feelings

My knife, your heart

A tragedy I will happily write

If you promise a last dance

Before we burn this house called love.

The Obsession

Sinking my teeth in, the warmth of his skin,

I'm haunting his nightmares, taunting his demons,

I'm the creature living in his closet,

The whispers when the light goes out,

I'm the demon in his mirrors, the insanity he's afraid of.

Candle light dinner with cherries and wine,

The food stays untouched, growing cold in night,

Cause he's the one I want in my plate,

The one I want to dissolve in my wine,

Take him like my schizophrenic pills.

Serve him in my plate like the prey caught,

To fulfill the craving of him that makes me crazy,

Rip him apart for me when he crawls to me,

When he's on his knees, ready to worship me,

Keep him in the glass case and lock it,

Keep him struck in the house of mirrors,

Where he will only come back to me.

Would you still love me if I was a phantom dancing in the castle you stumbled upon accidentally, with my blue dress flowing like a river and my hairs billowing in the midnight wind? Would you still love the apparition of me after 1000 years I waited for you? Would you still remember me...

It's painful when your pain begins to feel painless....

-Sloth

I don't believe in heaven or hell but if there's a hell, I'll meet you there.

Rereading The Cruel Prince and the way Cardan was so much obsessed with Jude that he didn't know what to do so he just wrote her name several times on the paper like a mantra crackles me up each time.

And the fact Jude thought he did it because he hate her Like GIRLL, he's mad obsessed over you!

I was never a human. I was just longing and melancholy that was shaped into one.

The life that goes by.