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[Die.Tonight]

Monday, September 10th, 2007

I want to die tonight,
can’t cry no more tonight,
cant carry on alone on this night.

My heart feels heavy tonight,
My heart paused beating tonight,
don’t think i’ll survive this night.

My eyes in a mist, my heart in the dust
my future, my present, nailed to my past.

Freedom wasted, desires submerged,
my own will dying.
Life goes on, people carry on,
My inside is dying.

I cant breathe tonight,
don’t want to live tonight,
cant spend alone one more night.

Not many needs but one,
Not many desires but one,
Not many requests but one,
One, rejected.

I am alone tonight,
for one more night,
please God make it last forever this night.

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[People.of.the.Advice]

Tuesday, August 9th, 2005

You people are always so kind, ready to make up my mind.
You advise on which job to get,
which friends to forget,
which way to go,
when to say no,
when to be raw,
when to try harder,
not to get fatter,
how to look sharper…

You always advise, for you always know better
when all alone and out of shelter,
you are always there, your advice to share
as if my own life is a comic affair.

Your advice to take, with my life at stake,
for all the advice that you give,  this ain’t your life to live.

And though you couldn’t care less, you will not confess,
so as to prove that you care, you advise me to beware.
With so many ideas, for the one poor Phlegyas,
for I cant even decide, with what to abide.

For you are a genius, I am just hideous,
you are so successful, when my life‘s so dreadful…

Right?

Well mind your own life, your own saviour,
Your life which drifted away,
You cant advise me, I drifted away from you,
and soon I will find my own way.

A way without you, for a life without you,
without your pathetic advice,
a way far successful, for a life far successful,
than your own pathetic demise.

Surprise?
No more lies.
Well open your eyes.
No more disguise.
Arise.
And mind your own demise.

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[Sadness:on.the.Edge.of.Madness]

Sunday, April 17th, 2005

pain, tears like rain; nothing exists to keep me sane.
suffering, torture, nothing beautiful exists; my life pain and sorrow inflicts.
you, nothing was true; now what to do?
you left me behind, forgotten, why am i here? shear fear, no one is near.
gone away, betray; what is left to say?
don’t say you’re sorry, since you don’t believe;
just turn around, don’t look at my tears; just leave.

sadness, (on the edge of) madness;
a life on your side of vagueness.
suffering, pain pushing the walls of my head;
eyes bleeding tears, making me wish i were dead.

Look at the moon, meeting my doom; it all ends soon.
grieving your loss, mourning since the moment you went;
a time of distress, a life so twisted and bent.

Love is not taught, love is not bought,
Love was much more than what you thought.
Love shouldn’t be lost, should not be tossed,
Love should have never been double crossed.

Love should be held up high,
like a baby’s cry,
like the last wish of someone about to die.
Love is the ultimate truth,
the utter ideal,
love is what you failed to keep real.

Love is depicted in the beloved’s eyes,
love is what died under your murderous lies.
Love is all happiness, the meaning of life,
love’s what you killed with your existence of strife.

Me, nothing to see; my life’s as meaningful as an endless marquee.
hoping, wishing, trying to forget; dismissing your image, i never thought I’d regret,
the first moment we met.

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[V2: Missing.You]

Friday, October 10th, 2003

Like the addicts who are missing their fix,
like the parents who are missing their kids,
like a woman who’s missing her man,
like the prisoner who’s missing the sun,
like an inmate who’s missing his sanity,
like a dying-man who’s missing his vanity,
like the dawn which misses the moon,
like a heart that stopped beating too soon,
like the clouds which miss their raindrops,
like emotions bred by the gallows post,
like the flowers which miss the rain,
like the dead who are missing the pain.

Like the blind who are missing the light,
like the champions who can’t win one fight,
like the crippled who are missing their walks,
like the keys which are missing their locks,
like the shy who envy the brave,
like the happy who enrage the sad,
like the lonely who are missing the world,
like the rejected who yearn for a nod.

As words miss their initial meaning
and they sound nowadays so stark,
words are the only means left,
to use until you come back.

With tears in my eyes I search for the words that sound true,
but nothing will sound more honest than the common “I love you”.

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[Never.There]

Saturday, September 6th, 2003

You said you’d come by ten,
and then,
you hanged up.

It’s almost four,
and still I drink,
alone.

I stare at the chair next to me,
and see,
you are still not there.
I drink again
and again
I stare.

I think of the things that you liked me to do,
I sing a song,
To you.
I sing in silence,
no one listens,
(but a few)
not you.

Someone taps over my shoulder,
“Time to go,
We now close.”
I step out in the light,
almost day,
it draws.

You said you’d come by ten,
I needed you,
then.
I step over myself,
urban violence.
Silence.

I needed to talk and I asked you to listen,
you neglected the call…
So cold.
I was in such pain and so confused,
Could take no more,
No more.

I sang a song to you, but you did not listen,
You will not know,
The refrain.
My funeral’s song you won’t hear either,
you will be absent,
Again.

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