Saturday, October 30, 2010
soul sold
I gave it away in return of some nicotine
I gave it away for alcohol
never belonged to me
no right answer
I was too blind to see
I was always dying
I was fucked up for 22 years with this traitor inside me
It always helped my Enemies
Never letting me free
I used to feel it at night
Craving for nicotine and alcohol like me
I used to give the it none
Ha ha ha :) nicotine is purer and expensive
And was better for the services I got in return
To burn it would have been my last wish
It wanted to see it black and high in smokes
I would have loved to see it melt
I would have loved to dance in the rain of molten soul
Then I realized the matter is grave, and I gave it instead
So it finally helped me
It helped my finally to sleep, get high and get to bed
Now I feel light With this void
And I want to feel even lighter
Thinking of letting go my heart, my veins
Im thinking of letting go my skin
Letting go everything till my nicotenious blood remains
Because I can’t die now
I got no soul
And no matter what I do
For its colour maybe a little shy
That black thing will remain here
I know souls never die.
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
aint it right?
who gave some1 this right to give me life
Struggling at every step
gaining pain to feel alive
striving to take air in,
why some 1 gave me this life?
I'm no happy no more,
and i hate to be so
can’t a sad 1 be alive?
why every 1 keeps yelling,
forcing me to buy a life?
its better to be dead than to be dying
its better to be SAD than to be alive
why cant i decide when to live and when to cry?
why this world gives me reason to be free?
and than asks me to try until I'm exhausted.
until the reason to try,
is to keep trying until I Die
who gave some1 this right to give me life
when I don't want to be alive?
Friday, July 18, 2008
stains of pain
I love you
And I need it back
As u know it’s a scarce commodity
So I might kill you for that
Don’t worry it won’t pain
As I will take all of it
And you look great with little fear in your eyes
So let it remain
I will take your blood
Your death would be plain
Your blood won’t be wasted
As clots will take life mine
Thin line between intense love and hate
I will define
Your blood will give me warmth
And will remain inside me
I could not live but I will die
With your sign
Stains of pain still red
Ones I colored them with my blood
I wanted death
But hell I got as result
Thursday, February 28, 2008
still no frnds

Skin puffed by the vapors of blood
I’m loosing heat
As my temperature is rising
And I can’t do any thing except to see them condense
On low lying mud
I tried to control it
But whatever I do changes state
Its because of the sins I committed
Or just the eights fate
Choked by the vapors, relation, rules
My soul will get over it?
In case I die
Confused to the deepest core
The environment around me
Real or really fake?
Am I unconscious or just the oxygen’s declining rate?
Whatever I fell, still I cannot sleep
I got to stay awake
Monday, September 03, 2007
first day
The painted rooms, I hate the way
Pinching bright light
Less to see
Empty buildings in sight
Waiting for the teacher
And void elevator rooms
Screech of the crusher and its booms
Unknown echoing sounds
Broken or being made homes are the ones that surrounds
I hate this way
Daily to travel long
I hate the place where I stay
To look down the top floor
Still no reason to jump
Not liking the way it is
I regret the way blood pumps
Saturday, July 14, 2007
cavity inside me 2
this one is i thinka better version of my previous post "cavity inside me" which my readers think is not up to the mark as it lacks flow.
thanks to all who helped me improve
here it goes
A cavity inside me developing
Getting thrust
By the pools of pain and disgust
Trying to wash it away with even more pain
As I think it’s not futile to get wet in the paining rains
I’m alone
I need someone
I need someone to drain my thoughts
One who is neutral and plain
To consume excess blue blood and memories that still remain
Aaaaah
As I see lightning
My blood begins to boil it begins to flow
It gives me force to face the viscous air and my skin light to glow
I feel my anger controls it and although it’s beautiful you see
It destroys anything I hate and hate around me
Sun kills my thoughts and dries my skin as skies begin to clear
Color which reminds me of blue blood comes and black beauty disappears
I hate it
And I hate me
As I have lost my friend again
The rain
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
cavity inside me
with the thrust of pain and disgust
trying to wash it away with raining pains
As I spend time with my friend
Painful rains
I need someone right now
come share my pains
cry when I do
To cover the blue blood and the leftovers that remains
Lightning
lights in the dark sky
It heats my blood to boil
Passes it the energy to flow
Power to face the viscous air
and they give my skin light to glow
I control the lightning
And although it is beautiful you see
Using them I destroy anything I hate
and the hate around me
Time stops for no one
So skies begin to clear
Blue blood appears, and the black beauty diminishes
I feel like crying
Just to call you, my friend again
The rain