Não mais.

Como conseguiste esquecer-te de mim e substituir-me por alguém que não conheces?

POETRY IS DEAD.

Os poetas morreram. Já toda a gente é poeta, pegam numa caneta e escrevem meia dúzia de palavras que ouviram alguém dizer, e voilá, temos um poeta.

A vampire's last wish

I've died. Yet, here I stand. The why so unclear.
Immortality running, racing trough my veins.
And then, there she stood.
Perfectly alive. How could I not see her. Feel her. Taste her.
But how long could I stay?
The pain to know, that to stay with her forever would mean take away all she is.
The pain to know, that to live forever without her would be useless.
The fear to know, that what comes next, is the unknown.
What can I do? I can not, I must not abandon you.
She carries within her soul, my life.
What can I do?
Please death... Give back my mortality, and I shall be yours forever.

Lament.

She's got good reasons to go,
but she wants to stay,
because she knows.
There's nothing more she would want
then to fly away
never to return.

Nobody knows
she's got to go.
And nobody cares
that she's got stay
with you.

She knows your the right so wrong.
But who knows what you have is all a lie.
The sea is waiting for her imperfect soul.
When you will you know
that there too much to linger,
when you in despair.
I've tried singing to you to make you understand.
But you seem to cover your ears every time I say a word.

So tell me, please tell me when
will you poison me enough to let me die.

Tired of you

I didn't really think that Ignoring You could be such a drag.
I'm just tired, that's all. We all said some things we regret. Or at least that's what we say. You heard me scream, loudly at you. And you screamed back. That night just keeps rolling back on my mind. I can't push it off, and goddammit, it hurts.
I'm tired, that's all.
I'm tired, that every single thing, has something to do with you. Fuck it, I want to be free. I'm so tired of all this... I can't resist revolving every thought I have into something that has to do with you.
I don't want to drink this poison anymore. Please, just go. But wait, don't go. I'm addicted. So addicted.
I need to be locked up in an Asylum. Now.

Blog change.

Mudei de template e mudei o nome do blog, agora, em vez de ser um ponto final, agora irá chamar-se .A fearless Scream, porque precisava de uma mudança. Porque eu também preciso de uma mudança.

Black Queen

Oh there she is,
sitting in her throne of black blood.
Cliche all the way.
If you can see her, she'll fell you.
Strip you of your defenses and slashing your mind.
Feed of their blood as she advances against something you believe in.
Ripping apart your fading resistance.
Her body summons the demon in you.
Little did you know, she's just like you.
Cutting wings and with her black lips
she seals your fate.
So my black phantom, seal her fate
Because she can see right trough you.

. Jealous .

What does she have that I don't?
A straight nose?
A pretty face?
I don't know why he likes her.
I mean, she's got nothing to do with him. She doesn't even understand his pain.
Not that I would, since I'm busy with mine.
But I need to get the reason why... It's still an enigma to me...
Not that I care much, but it's things like these that make me go crazy over the night.
Because all the reason is gone.

Dull

Work, buy, die.

Fake smiles to light up the day.