Showing posts with label stuck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stuck. Show all posts

Sunday, September 28

Satisfaction

Was it you?
Was it you?

The one I needed?
The one I wanted?
The one I….

The dying moments of our love
Of this escapade
This poetry
That we created
This music
That we shouted
This writing
That we painted

Those dying moments
Showed me and you
Us…

Us…
The discarded petals
Of a fallen flower
The wasted drops
Of a vintage liquor
The trashed floor
Of a forgotten temple

It showed me
Showed us
Why were wrong
Why this was wrong

You were not my need
But a luxury
Not a desire
But a dream

For the moment I loved you
Was the moment my love died
And I stand here satisfied
But hollow on the inside.

Sunday, March 11

Retirement



This will be my one last fight
And then I’m gonna be history
I’ll try to reach all those heights
And then there is no victory
I will testify my greatness and might
And free from expectations I will be
Into the pie of victory I will bite
And then from a distance I’ll see
The torch of my rule I will light
And then in another hand it will be
All darkness I will turn bright
And then to pay I have no fee
I will chase away all my frights
And then scared no longer I will be
All loosen bonds I will now tight
And then away I will be
Just let me win my one last fight
And then from this life I will flee.

Thursday, February 23

Kill God



The angels hunt me down
Demons track my soul
Hiding in this human town
I remember my life’s one goal

A creation of the enlightened darkness
I had defied my own masters
For me no one was his highness
My mission was to be a martyr

My master’s hunter, the gothic angels
Are nearby, I sense them
My former army, now a stranger
If only I could save some of them

The devil is now the commander
And god himself the knight
Of this alliance I am the binder
But if only they could see the right

The pretty demons the hideous priests
Fire at me, at their will and accord
But I don’t care ‘bout these beasts
Good or bad, I’ll kill God

Wednesday, January 25

The Black Dove




she lay on the muddy side
pearls set to drop from her eyes
in her vicinity the others strayed
not bothering to wipe away the pain

perhaps she really is an outcast
not worthy of their clan
her color to all's dismay
was the darkest part of black

her beady eyes stay lost
no hope of help now pesters
a dark gloom is what's at bay
with every breath nearing closer

she sits there deathly still
calmer than the heart of doom, if it is
for she no longer cares
how her end comes after this

the sun grows black today
all light covered by a dark disc
the clan thinks the outcast is evil, pray
they don't know whats coming their way

for the darkened day makes the black one shine
she can feel the power in her veins
her stone eyes look now yellow
her brightness in now so clear

she spreads her wings so huge
like a swodsman heaving his weapon
the sparkle from her blinding
the black queen's mind now clearer.


Monday, January 23

Loving a vampire



With a heavy heart I shut this door
An only opening for you
I wished to set you free
But made you instead a monster
Now you feel me inside you
More than I would like
This flow of mine you sense
No hope left for you now, dear
I wish I could take it back
Only to have you back
But of this creature you have become
I can only be food.

Sunday, January 22

Demon's Love



On the way to heaven she lives
I see her playing with the doves
The essence that soul does give
Makes even demons believe in love

Her gentle sight spots me and flutters
Leaves me spell bound and dreamy
I love ya i want to stutter
Please love and set me free

She perhaps has the look of appraisal
But am not sure am her type
Nash, nfs. Zlot or kezal
Compared to her none is enough ripe

All that i like is stuffed in her
She has so much meaning to me
I see her n my soul shakes and stir
So easily she voows me..

Not sure i can win her heart
We're not in the same love league
Even though of heart she's a part
Chances of her liking me are bleak

The over-lord nfs has fallen
No longer i have any control
The word weaver has been maulen
Perhaps alone i'll again stroll

Thursday, January 19

Learn




Learn to fly away
You get to be free now
Learn to fight your way
You get to win now
Learn to make it your day
You get to breathe now
Learn to make joy and hay
You get to feel now
Learn to have your say
You get to speak now
Learn to see the sun rays
You get to play now
Learn to draw your pay
You get to earn now
Learn to kill and slay
You get to prey now.

Monday, January 16

The Sinner



One says it is prison
One says it is home
Not sure whom to listen
I shut myself alone
This confinement of mine peculiar
Like a double edged sword
One side to wound my enemy
The other on my throat
Just look at it and tell
You may have a different opinion
For its only human to differ
And see different views

I agree I cannot leave
But my arrival wasn’t forced
I chose here to stay
Without any hesitation

This room of four walls
Without any light breeding window
I lie on the floor and gaze
On the scratches at the ceiling above
These marks that clawed this cement
They send down my spine shivers

The cold floor spikes me
Its pain I have to bear
For Lord I have sinned
And fed on the blood of my dears
I’ve slain people for pleasure
Taken lives just to amuse
I am no mythological creature
Just another ruined power craving human