Cloak the sky in black
Cradle what once was me,
There is no turning back.
It’s time to finally see
That all that is holy
Can not truly be just.
We are not so lowly,
Overtaken by lust!
The time has begun,
We are not meant for the gallows,
After all is said and done
Even angels have shadows…
Young birds dream of faraway lands,
Yet not one misunderstands
That distance might not be the answer,
But allure from a gipsy dancer,
Poison to each who owns the fruit,
Be careful before it takes root
As when it claims your damned soul
The only thing left is burnt coal.
It’s good to know reality,
Tell it apart from fantazy,
But never let the illusion
Become a dark delusion.
I have nothing to say,
Yet I am glad for days,
Because some choose to stay
While I burn in a blaze.
It’s good that someone hears,
Else I would be crazy,
I’ve been hiding for years
The world now looks hazy.
I might not have much,
Need to get a clue,
But for your gentle touch
I want to say thank you.
Your hands, they mold me,
Your voice, made me see
What is beautiful…
What is suitable…
You were my hero,
I was the zero.
The mistake you made
That was close to the blade.
You say it’s not so,
Then why did you go?
Why was I alone?
I am not your clone!
I know it was hard,
I know you are scarred,
But you didn’t ask,
So it will not last…
In a garden full of roses,
Where each and every petal poses,
Few are unlike any other,
They are forced to forever smother
Their true intentions from the world.
Emotions deep down are curled
Fear, disappear and utter sorrow
Will they make it until tomorrow?
Never given a choice,
There are rules that apply,
To let out your true voice
You are forced to belie.
Either you are the first
Or you stand as second,
Like a demon, you are cursed
To answer when beckoned.
Don’t break the iron rules
It will only delay.
In the end we are fools
We forgot there is gray…
The times have past
When I was high.
Fallen at last
Without asking why.
Living a dream,
Was my goal to reach,
Only to scream
When I heard you preach.
I was too free
For this world of yours,
Don’t you agree?
You never gave me chores.
Lover dearest, can’t you hear?
My calling from not so near.
I ask, beg for you only,
I plea when I’m lonely.
Yet I have no solace,
You are forever awless.
I gave you my heart to hold
When yours was bitterly cold.
Was I treding too loudly,
When you looked at me proudly.
Or was that a fantasy,
To escape cruel reality.
Withered flowers
On the cold floor,
Not many hours
Before the war.
Has prayer failed?
Or is this hell?
Last breath exhaled,
Final man fell.
Living a dream,
From far away.
Ear piercing scream,
It ends today.
One, two, three, four…
Hear a loud knock
On the small door.
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
Five, six, seven, eight…
They broke the lock
On the town gate.
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
Nine, ten… Ten, nine…
Around the clock
You hear the chine.
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
Eight, seven, six, five…
Can I sweet talk?
Go for a drive?
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
Four, three, two, one…
I start to gawk
At the black gun.
Tick, tock, tick…
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