The Aftermath

words don't come out the way they used to
dark ain't dark enough to be felt through
life is dark enough to haze it all out
hell is right here then how do i make it out?

fading away in all its glory
that's the unfathomable paradox
flying too fast into the darkness
The place where i will not be The lost

this light creeps me everything bare naked
no masks can keep it from glorifying the fakeness
light is a mere mask of the fickle and the wicked
souvenir of God robbed when He died
after seeing His creation
He committed suicide

Born on the other side of moon

all I breath is a void
all I touch is jinxed
walk I feel like a drag
with my shadow, but I don't have

born here I was
where the Sun never shone
landscape filled with holes
of my soul, but I don't have

dreams don't exist
they are for those in the Sun
nightmares cannot be
for they are my life, oh I don't have

pain is in my veins
addiction of the forsaken
death is just my wish
granted when I was born

half the moon for myself
more than I can have
but not a single soul
forsaken to be alone

born on the dark side
this Phoenix shall die in light
not the one to complain
this Firebird shall burn but give light

A Foolish Lamb

In a field there was a shed
a little shabby, smelly and wet
tied inside was a lamb
with a little baby in her womb

Everyday they used to feed her... thrice
It wasn't love it was just their malice

When the little one came out
all rejoiced
they took her baby
took her milk and they took her in flesh

Creep
Creep
Creep
Creep

Gave 'em all
They took it with glee
She was a fool
I know the feel

Shit!

Waste of a Beautiful

And the childhood is lost, deep, somewhere in all this mess
When we fight and we judge, we want and we take but don't give
When we lie and we hate, we doubt, we hide, we don't trust
Such a waste, such a waste, such a waste, such a waste of a beautiful...

Why do we do, what we do, over and over again????
Teach our kids, to love not judge
Teach our kids, to share not split
Oh learn ourselves again...

trust, love, faith, affection at birth we get
then we lose and we seek and we snatch and we tear it up
then we look, at the kids, and we feel, if only we could be them
Such a waste, such a waste, such a waste, such a waste of a beautiful...

Why do we do, what we do, over and over again????
Teach our kids, to love not judge
Teach our kids, to share not split
Oh learn ourselves again...

Autodetonate

Torn by the sands
The oceans weep
Only Gods see their pains
But that they keep

Wounds of far
And all
The oceans wash
Their waves never seize

Itched in sand
Salt shall be salt
Can't be sweet/Never sweet

I'm heartcold frosted
Normalize me lest
I detonate
Autodetonate...