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...

FLY AWAY

Let the sun remember this day
Let the air never forget
This is the day of our love
And beyond eternity it shall live
Let the gods engrave this bond
Let the priests be our guarantor
This is my oath for my love
And i will stand for your word
Let the humans feel this warmth
Let the flowers touch this shine
This is my gift to you dearest one
And we will fly till we're lost

Tuesday, January 25

The Holy Whore



She has seen it all, done it all
In more ways than one
For the one whom God you call
Uses her for sexual fun

Her body dipped in temptation
Her beauty undeniable
The queen of the fairy nation
But not told in any fable

She licks her lips and works her tongue
As she teases the lord for pleasure
Dancing to the song the angels sing
Her appeal has no level of measure

She enjoys her life, her godly lovers
What if she’s considered a tool
She says it aloud, never covers
Am the holy Whore, your God I rule.

Sunday, January 9

The Golden Land

Heaven I can see
Angels luring around
Fairies here dance
The elves sing golden tunes
This is a place for joy
Of eternal pleasure and love

No bad one can bear
Under the sacred sun
No shadow to hide and cover
No dungeon to lock fear
Just plain blank good here lies
Waiting to be touched

The golden gate opens
It tempts the spirit inside
An eternity of elation and joy
Just walk in and see more clear

But there always is a catch
A needle hidden in a haystack, on purpose
You may enter on your will
But never leave this silver prison