Soundless Screams.And he sank in the sea of plausible words;
only the anchor of mistrust holding him bound.
Holding on, he cursed gods and promised lords,
what'd happen had it been the other way around?
Bitten lips and slumping eyelids haunt his mind;
or what remains after the utter devastation.
Sanity and eternal aberration have entwined
in order to give birth to merciless frustration.
Can Earth be suffocatingly boundless?
If so, then he can be free.
Can screams be loudly soundless?
It seems that his can be.
StoriesOne day, darling, we will be broken and old
Think of all the stories we could have told
Think of all the stories we can tell
We will know we have lived our lives well
For one thing I can already vouch
We will sit together on our couch
Talk against each other with love
We will fit each other like a glove
We will know what the other wants
What our horrid nightmares haunts
Sit against each other, hand in hand
Not everything went as we planned
We will tell our children what we have done
What victories we did and did not won
We will tell that not only the end matters
That a journey can always end in shatters
We will tell what we could have told
But those paths are now old and cold
We will tell what we did actually do
This journey, experienced by me and you
Screamed her pain.I'm tired and I'm a basket case of pity.
Don't look at me.
Don't talk at me.
You can't see me.
I want to close my eyes and invade in my inner city.
Don't dare wake me.
Please hold onto me…
No… you can't see me.
Yes you do see me…
I'm so blind that I'm chaotic.
Wake me! Embrace me! Please!
Can you really see me?
I do want to go to bed.
I'm so weary…
Hold me please…
You can't see me…
Don't mock me…
Please help me…
I won't be able to speak of logic.
I am emotional.
I can't feel me.
I can't hear me.
Look at me…
Don't fret, and just hold me.
Please… even though… we can't see me.