A Nameless Attempt"Why do you have your own name written on your hand?""So I won't forget it.""What if the rain washes it away?""I always carry a black marker. I'll write my name again on top of the stains and remains of ink."-"Do you ever wish you could be someone else?""Like who?""I don't know. Someone stronger.""I couldn't. I only know how to write my own name with my marker."Silence."I've been practising for years on how to write it just perfect.""How does it look now?""Still imperfect."-"Why did you change to red markers?""I was out of black markers, so I tried a red one.""Does it change anything?""It changes everything.""It's just ink, though.""It's my name, being absorbed by my skin and veins, sent into my bloodstream.""What happens now?""I don't know."-"I brought you a black marker. You can have it, if you want.""No thanks, I have plenty of red ones.""I thought you loved black markers. You always used them.""I like red ones better now. They stain less.""I liked it when
Not My Only ProblemI hear your name.I see your face.I said I'm done.But memories can't be erased.I fake a smile.I hide my fears.I have for months.But, it's gonna take years.These memories fill my head.I wish they could be gone.Butterflies they fill my gutAs I write down this song.The strength that I once had, now it's gone.You're not my only problem.I hide away.My crying eyes.Don't wanna hear.Anymore of your lies.These memories fill my head.I wish they could be gone.Butterflies they fill my gutAs I write down this song.The strength that I once had, now it's gone.You're not my only problem.I wanna let you go,But my heart it says no.I wanna walk away,But I can't, I just wanna stay.Right here.Right now.Away.These memories fill my head.I wish they could be gone.Butterflies they fill my gutAs I write down this song.The strength that I once had, now it's gone.You're not my only problem.These memories have left my head,And now I'm glad they're gone.And now I see I needed y
Cross Your HeartYou cross your heart and hope for deathMay this be your final breathSo much to do before you dieIll stab this needle through your eyeYou lay there in a pool of bloodThis, my sweet, is how I show loveOf this game Ill never tireThe state youre in, it seems so direYou promised not to break my heartFor your lies youre torn apartIll cut and burn, youll scar and bleedTo kill you now is what I needIll drag the blade across your throatGive myself some time to gloatCross your heart, choke on your breathWaiting for impending death
Love Who You LoveLove Who You LoveSay That You DoDon't Let Them GoWhatever You DoHold On To ThemWith All Of Your HeartKeep Them Close To YouRight From The StartDraw Them In With Every Breath You BreatheMake Sure That They Don't LeaveSteal Every Moment That You CanEven If You Don't Have A PlanLove Who You LoveSay That You DoDon't Let Them GoWhatever You Do
Serendipityone night, I had nothing productive to do.i decided to go through boxesin the attic in search for forgottenmemories (that are in fact notreally memories anymore, untilwe are reminded of them again.)-- images of smiling lips, words coming from lips and also from eyes (those didn't smile), voices without words or smiling lips, but with enough emotion to be intelligible---i found a key. (it was a simple key, the colour of metal, no inscriptions --no "made in..."-- no decorations, but that didn't matter. I wanted to know what doors it could open.)or a key found me.-i tried door after door after door after door after door---"some mysterieswere mean
You? Or me?Should I tell you what's on my mind?Or should I ignore what I've been up to all this time?Is it you?Is it me?Or is it how we wanted it to be?"I loved you, but you never loved me"Is that what you wanted me to hear?You wanted to talk, so I'm standing hereJust to see if you are gonna make things clear to meI always ask myself
Is it you?Or is it me?Does it matter now after all these years?Why even bother when we both know that things will never be the way it used to.