Slipping away, onto the exodus that has longed for me secret voices lead me, in my sea of sweetest dreams for so long his soul has bled there, awaiting the spread of my wings i call him frigid ghost, slumbering under a willow tree.
For he speaks of sorrow as it is a flower blossoming for he sees me as i am a thornless rose. in the atmosphere he plays, and smiles so gracefully they have no place for us here, he'd always say.
His cold bewildering presence aroused such inspiration for the life of him was ever too strong, I could not neglect his love, now, not for my own selfish creations. this secret door has led me to paradise, for i belong here, with my frigid ghost
He took me to his garden of dreams where i found the stars that cease to shine, because no mortal would ever dare to try. They search for beauty in all the wrong places their eyes close shut when the light fades.
Beauty has found me in the darkest of ways and now the stars awaken in the light. forever lost in my own sweet fantasy your frigid soul enlivening my own Mood: Thoughtful Music: Foo Fighters (everlong, acoustic)
Here I lie, on the inside of your hollowed soul Caressing gently, taunted by the emptiness down low Forcing it out and breaking down the chemicals of you Hope must be present, just hidden away. Buried in the depths of your interior decay
Fallen to the bottom I now understand the dark Feelings long forgotten Leaked long ago from your broken heart
An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind And if the whole world is blind, is there such a thing as an eye? We see with our souls & we look through our minds But with our eyes, the world's in a whole new design Would the world be better off blind? There would be less judging and more looking into minds Afterall, the eye's the gateway to the soul So is there a soul with no iris to behold?
It's a shame to watch the clouds pass by While we sit, and the tears all rain from the sky While the colors & leaves are changing, We just sit there, dazing, gazing. Is this something out of my reach, or are these things just meant to be? I've had my wrongs, I've had my rights My share of scars and dark, cold nights No one said it'd be easy. But they promised it'd all be alright. No one mentioned that you Would be the light of all my life. Mood: melancholy
There's not much to speak of it, this tortured heart of that sullen girl It had long since been faded, peirced with your daggers of selfless love
Flowers tucked beneath her hair once bloomed with colors so vibrant Now blackened & dull, as if they died with her soul You can see it in her eyes, an iris of silver and blue an evil, yet lovely sting...the depths of what is true
Beautiful crimson slits where your crown of thorns sits From those thorns to the feet where the dress floats beneath How lovely such a tortured soul can be. Mood: sullen
