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Up on the sky,the moonlight is so bright,
But as I look at your face, I can't understand what happened this night.
Your body is cold,but so my heart,
Your flesh is torn apart, but so was my soul,
When you left me all alone.
Painfull screamings, tears and blood,
Are hauting me tonight,
But it doesn't matter, I don't care,
I can live with all this blame.
Your whacked body lying down there
But trust me, this time,
You ain't going anywhere.
I yelled at you –come back to me!
You said-no,
But I couldn't let this be…
I grabbed your hands and begged you-don't!
You pushed me away, tried to leave again,
With my face soaked in tears I sworn-this ain't gonna be this way…
Blind rage, frustration, broken soul,
This night they took again control,
They blurred my eyes and mind,
Through the shadows of the night,
I've let the anger be my guide…
So I've pulled out the knife,
I stabbed you in the back,
This night I ended your life.
But as I look at your face, I can't understand what happened this night.
Your body is cold,but so my heart,
Your flesh is torn apart, but so was my soul,
When you left me all alone.
Painfull screamings, tears and blood,
Are hauting me tonight,
But it doesn't matter, I don't care,
I can live with all this blame.
Your whacked body lying down there
But trust me, this time,
You ain't going anywhere.
I yelled at you –come back to me!
You said-no,
But I couldn't let this be…
I grabbed your hands and begged you-don't!
You pushed me away, tried to leave again,
With my face soaked in tears I sworn-this ain't gonna be this way…
Blind rage, frustration, broken soul,
This night they took again control,
They blurred my eyes and mind,
Through the shadows of the night,
I've let the anger be my guide…
So I've pulled out the knife,
I stabbed you in the back,
This night I ended your life.
Literature
Insomnia
A miniature moon floats sleepily
atop my open window;
a drifting continent sifting
over shivering tree tops.
Watery clouds explore along the
broken crest of atoms,
fingers rolling in the shadows
of its dimensions.
My skewed sight steadily begins to
repaint the scattered stars and
one by one like raindrops,
they burst across the sky
Breathing down in thoughtful shafts
upon the inside of my eyelids.
I'm thankful to be an insomniac.
Literature
Midnight Mathematics
My mindnight mathematics,
Pathological solution,
My mental acrobatics,
A silent resolution,
My broken numismatics,
Dead distribution,
My over-done dramatics,
A persisting pollution.
Literature
DARKEST STAR
She exists in an inevitable vacancy, a Dark Star
shining beneath my skin, frayed by these undone
laces of Pain where only emotion-broken and liberating
-climax my secret heartache with the tears of a
lifetime and circumstances that still leave their
shadows inside me, stalking my Dark Star where
she writes...but her last rhythmic blow of light
guides me outward to align my vulnerability with
the blood-ink of the Universe, and there my soul
sips the starry spill of the Milky Way as I stretch
myself from Star to Star, searching to pluck out
the words where they imbed themselves in me, deep-
seated nettle and lyrics of white, I can f
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