Death Knight

My knight in a shinny armor has died.
Drowned in his own coldness.
His eyes are green no more, his red heart nevermore.
Now all that exists is a shadow of what once I loved.
And that shadow haunts me.
I can feel it, in the back of my head, watching...
Waiting.
For the right moment to strike, and leave my corpse to be eaten by hungry dogs.
Surely my madness has already assumed that the path to self destruction is shorter if I stay close.
Surely the shadow of my loved one does not have eyes or heart anymore.
And why you ask?
Because where too lovely green orbs were, now lyes a hole, filled with the most horrid of beasts.
Because where a lovely blood red heart once ticked, now lyes a raven... Calling my name forevermore...

Lies and Kisses

We had a lie and only a lie.
Poor Lady she died.
So like Romeo and Juliet, nothing good came out of this lie.
We had a lie and only a lie.
Poor girl she died.
Like Rapunzel in her tower, her reality was bend. Mistaken by a fool passing by.
Is it ok if we all don't show any feelings? Is it ok if little Lady keeps it all to herself?
We had a lie and only a lie.
Poor Miss she died.
Just like every other princess mistaken by an overwhelming feeling of salvation, she was mislead by a horrid monster.
We had a lie and only a lie.
Sing, for I have died.

R.I.P.

Hoje morro por ti.
Amanha por ele.
Depois disso, talvez por ela.
E talvez ainda por eles.

Apercebi-me então que era eu o papão.
A culpa toda que um dia deitas-te em mim,
era agora o meu sangue que escorre num rio de vermelho...
Cai no branco que me restava e morre...

Hoje culpei-me a mim e só a mim.
Talvez tenhas razão,
e a razão seja tua e só tua.
Mas se me amas como dizes,
porque me deixas-te afundar?
Sem sequer olhares de relance para te glorificares na minha morte.

Gostava mesmo de perceber os teus olhos.
Mas para mim,
são como vidros fumados.
Tudo o que vês neles é a tua própria imagem reflectida.

Vai agora, meu pequeno laço de vida,
e foge, foge para longe de mim e vive a vida segura e encantadora que queres.
O meu corpo descansa em ti.

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.