Let the show begin!

And maybe life will never tell
The why and when of our own indebtedness to order
Though we, at every point, stomp, yell, disagree
To every shred of monotony
That we relish, indulge in and live off.

If one were to ask - why not, what if...,
We give in to our obsession for conformity.
We betray our own need for breaking away.
We lie of course, so we may sleep.
We cry of course, so we may sleep.
But the drama never ends.

Maybe I could really cry

Maybe one day I will know why I cry myself to sleep

Why I’m haunted by images that seem to belong to another lifetime, to another person
Why I keep wanting to feel everything I come in contact with
Why I feel disgust to the most innocent of things
Why I crave to find a scar in the flawless
Why I cant tell the difference between what’s real and in my head
Why pain is comforting and silence a long wait to a storm

Asking the right questions they say is where most secrets lie
And maybe then
When I have an answer waiting to present itself in its true form to the right question,
I could really cry

Hostage

Bursting out of my seams, having contained awful truths and pretty lies, I’m running out of time. Mysteries lie as they were, puzzles spring up, crisis unfurls. Lurking behind the weapon of a fitting excuse I change my hide and cry in tune. Troubled and torn I can own but weary I get with the sum of its toll. Wishing a different past and reciting well known and borrowed beliefs, have taken me far away from a darkness that had blinded me. But I never get too far, the darkness manifests as a slithery black hole, pulling with it the perfect world I had built. The darkness I fear no more. The shadows may be brought to the light of day. Let it burn through my eyes to the back of my head but let it show itself in its most awesome and powerful form, just as it has always promised itself to be - overwhelming, life shattering. Once and for all let it be shown to me in its stark nakedness and sloth and lose its power to manifest and mutate in to prettier figures with ugly faces. The shadow will remain, but not without my body that owns it. No more am I hostage to the devil's of an alter ego's creation.

Say No More

And now

When the sun has already set

When the birds have settled in their nest

When years have gone by

Men have come and

A kiss too many

Has run you by.

You say you want to learn

Say you’ve never seen

Think you’ve never felt

Hope you’ve never believed

Pray, tell me

Where are you from

Where have you been.

Fuck

Who are you

When you know

I’ve always loved you.

To Have

its simply a matter of perspective
to live and wish to learn
to love and wish to live.
what if you've seen,
had a glimpse of what might be.
what if you've loved
and now want it to be perfect.
will you boil it all in a concoction
using instructions to a recipe
to have it complete.

Liar

Driving away a peace

Conjured out of silence

Takes only a word

To bring it down to a sin.

Try and tease your way to forgiveness

Never borne out of intent

Needs an artist to play

And a joker to believe.

Never quitting the game

But believing you’re insane

Maybe the solvent for the solution

But never a catalyst for change.

Breathing down your own back

To conform to an expectation

Could exhaust your sense of self

And give way to make-believe.

So pack them all in and

Bring today tomorrow’s dream

For you can’t last forever

While jumping without a beam.

I do

If it never comes by again

How will I ever be able to tell

That it was at a point in time

One with my skin.

Would writing it in stone

Make it real

Or playing it in my head

Take me back.

Will telling you that I love you

Make it come by again.