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

Friday, January 13



The Player

What is love

His only desire

What is pain

In his burnin fire

What is his plan

With consequences dire

What is the job

For which doom he hires

What is excitement

When so soon he tires

What is the reason

He hangs on that wire

What is the truth

When his surname's a liar



Thursday, January 12

Eyes of Doom

What is this infinite depth
You conceal beneath these eyes
Of what mystery they lead the way
That someone would like to hide
Your lashes like pointing spears 
Threatening if for long I stare 
But still your eyes so tempting
The risk has its worth to take
Of what do they seem like a gateway
An entrance only few can make 
The treasure that behind them lays
Must be worth any life one can take 
Your vision ever changing 
Glancing all around for your prey
Inviting with your deep dark eyes 
Calling with that endless stare
One says he saw in them heaven 
Another claims they reach to the moon 
Different people claim different sights 
None of them to the truth near
For in your eyes, you’re not hiding
It’s something that you’ve locked
Your eyes of doom
Your eyes are doom.

Tuesday, January 10

Cure

Slowly now I see; 
All the hate you bear; 
Shadowed behind these burning flames; 
Of fear and revenge and tears; 
Those eyes of yours don’t lie; 
Not any more, my dear; 
Having seen the worst of all; 
Ain’t anything for you to fear? 
 Your hidden side now visible; 
I sense death in it; of a rotting soul I hear; 
Not believing next to me it sits; 
White as death your skin now seems; 
Like by Satan himself you’re bit; 
Possessed by demons so many; 
All this you yourself admit. 
 But now I must free thee; 
Cure you of this curse; 
For my love is not about protecting; 
It’s about saving you from worse

Friday, June 17

Left alone...

The pain that makes me bleed
It is this soul's thirst for you
My life now reduced to a void
With you my heart is gone too

My eyes are numb wid tears
You've left me alone once again
In numbness these eyes don't see
The possibility to see you but when

The reality is crude and hollow
No longer every morrow you, i'll see
But every time that this lover breathes
To meet you again my hope will be...