Wake up and check reality

We are not infinite
and our souls aren't untarnished;
the prisons are real
the pain and the suffer too

but no

no one admits it
no one says it out loud
there's no bright side of the story
no other way of seeing things

you are born:
not of the love of your parents
not for being special or unique
because you don't exist as yourself
until it's too late to love you
too late to find you filled with cuteness

you are born because everyone else is,
because they need you to be used for their purposes
you're just toilet paper: usable and discarded.

Yes, I am what you call a pessimist
just because I'm lucid, I see the truth

and truth does not set me free
or feeds my ATM.

If you would ever stop to think about it
you'd realize it
and the sadness of it all
I can't promise you'll overcome it
after your conscience is awake
In fact, I think there's no coming back.

Love's sorrow tales

Oh my heart, oh my sorrow, my woe for no tomorrow...

My blue heart drowns in your rain, you're the thunder in my head.
They say no one can take away our soul, no one can diminish our spirit,
but what if your soul is empty, what if our spirit was crushed?
and the only one who can shed light in my mind, defeating all nightmares terrorists,
is always far away?
and I don't even know if he would be willing to face this grim venture
to stay with me close together forever.

One day I'll kill it, just to feel the pleasure of not hearing its constant roar anymore.

Invictus, by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll.

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.

Colorful Love

You've got rainbows shining from your smile

and your hair is like honey wheat that I anxiously weave

I love you, it's as simple as that.

Even far, I can feel you sigh and I wear your skin,
my dream man, my eternal lullaby.

You've got the ocean and the cliffs in your eyes,

that reflect all my favourite colours

I make love with you, it's as simple as that.

Even far, I can feel the sand beneath your feet
and the foam that lingers on the shore.

Song to the Siren, by Tim Buckley

Long afloat on shipless oceans 
I did all my best to smile 
'til your singing eyes and fingers 
Drew me loving to your isle 
And you sang 
Sail to me 
Sail to me 
Let me enfold you 
Here I am 
Here I am 
Waiting to hold you 
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/t/tim+buckley/song+to+the+siren_20137304.html ] 
Did I dream you dreamed about me? 
Were you hare when I was fox? 
Now my foolish boat is leaning 
Broken lovelorn on your rocks, 
For you sing, 'touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow: 
O my heart, o my heart shies from the sorrow' 

I am puzzled as the newborn child 
I am troubled at the tide: 
Should I stand amid the breakers? 
Should I lie with death my bride? 
Hear me sing, 'swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you: 
Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold you'


P.S.: This one you could play when I die http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMTEtDBHGY4

How?

How does one survive when the one who put you in this world wishes you were dead?

How do you live when you're constantly battered and hurt, smashed into the ground,
your soul glued to the concrete and your mind buried six feet under?

My heart is a cradle of sharp broken glass making it bleed every second and sometimes the twisted minds press them deep and it bleeds a bit more.

How much pain does it take? How much lost blood does it take?

Desperate for a home, health and a job, a life, for a change.

we pile up frustrations,
we're in daily pain,

my heart is weary
and my mind is insane

there's no better tommorow
no end for this neverending sorrow

thank you my everlasting friend,
Requiescat in pace 

Mother-Haters

Mothereous-monsters that regurgitate their children
and vomit upon them their frustrations;
teach them all about hatred and violence
because they've never been able to hug them
say that they love them
or even hold their hands in dire moments.

Wake me up when the world ends
and with it all misery and pain.

What's the point of living
if all you get is pain?

I am so strong that it aches
I'm so high that it tires
'Cuz I'm not like I was made to be
and I guess no one will ever see.