Violent thoughts
circle the carcass,

like the vultures
in my dreams,

dancing on the
naked grass,

feasting on the
spoils of sorrow,

ever hungry for the
fading conscience,

uncovering rules
of my addiction.

I have lost the will
to wake up and be
conscious.

Snow-clad isms
are melting,

preying on the
headless corpses.

Fractured flesh
infects the grieving
scriptures.

At last, the storms
have come to collect
the forest,

but they won’t
come and listen.

Potent remedies
bury the silences,

sowed in bones—
lessons of religion

of the man
burning in the
distance.

He’s been cut
with precision,

his toothless grin
battling sciences.

I can see the sun
set in his eyes;

he’d rather sleep
until the end of the
world.

i cried into the sunset
for a new dawn

i lied enough to forget
that you were gone

now there's nothing to regret
and i am so alone

now all that i see is your red
all i see is your wrong

every tear you gave was shed
in scars you left so strong

thoughts left in my lonely head
where did they come from ?

those monsters beneath my bed
but now it's not my home

these walls now reek of dread
in your silence i mourn

sometimes i wish we never met
and i was never drawn

into the magic that you bred
that has left me so torn

you were the rose for which i bled
kissing with love on every thorn

you took my heart and fled
left me with a stone

those promises that were kept
swept away in storm

and now i wish that i was dead
for without you i cannot go on

I wish all those wishes weren't his,
That there was something else, anything other than this,
That he wasn't how they claimed him to be,
I guess he just wanted to be missed,
And maybe nobody could see
Now he's missing from every place that belongs in arms of his.



Can he feel?

You don't.

Don't you feel ?

I don't.






Not anymore.








Yeah,


So now go and tell him why he can never make no friends,
To stop reading empty pages, the torment is not going to end.

Soon it's going to be so dark, what is he going to do then ?
Don't ask him, or he'll come along in, can't you tell ?.


What are you going to do when,
He tells you that he has no friends?
And how lonely he has felt.

All these years without any hope,
When he starts talking about the rope,
Do you think it's gonna end well ?




Maybe this is what they say
When they tell you to runaway
Before it's too late
And you're addicted to the wait

When there's no one to love
No one here to hate


When you've given up trying
So you're looking for a blade
And you see your sorry self crying
Looking back at you through the mirror
full of shade.



Don't you wish to runaway ?

you talk about flowers;
i want to shoot myself in the head

you talk about the sky;
i want to slit my throat and go to sleep

wanna' talk about the love gone sour
or how hard are whispers to breathe ?

gonna' talk about kings and cowards
and how them wolves wear the sheep ?

how about the sad things by a lonely hour
ghosts and tears they bleed

doused in flames of ink and its power
where the emptiness sleeps

beyond the everglades

so when are you gonna' dig deep
and turn to a different page

like back in second grade when
everybody made the same mountains,
a triangle, with river maybe a beach

when are you gonna' pretend
you're in a spaceship not on an
old ugly *** wooden seat ?

like all them other poets
too broken to weep

open your mind
there's an ocean to blind

and dead lines to complete

no hurt or violence to teach
happy childhood so good
got no stories to preach

only apples and peach
deep down where your sugar coated
hands cannot reach

don't understand a thing that
comes out of your tame mouth
your ******* doubts out loud
creep the **** me out
and i'm about to pick a creed

maybe we're just a generation of creeps
too eager to swim and hardwired to speak
too tired to think we're machines
metal and fire we're only wired to repeat

not go out of way down the road
with bag full of ale and smoke
enough to make a pained man choke
they say tragedy is comedy plus grief

in dark i know one cannot read
only the owls
but it's clear that you cannot tell
if it is a wolf that howls

clear blue skies from hell
when hounds prowl

what it's like to spell
when you're filled with nothing
but a void and a voice with two hearts
and halves of syrup and bleach

and yet you're so full of salt
and then you fill yourself with walls
mannequins and statues and dolls
watching the dead space
as the dead pace in empty halls

as the head breed


for gods sake there's so much
to hate and to forsake
the happy times cannot even compete

stories can never be complete
they take a life of its own
monsters and demons only reap
where they are sown

the mind can only lead thus far
every heart has a mind of its own
eyes that only read at the dusk hour
right before a new sun is born

and you want to talk about flowers ?

what have you got ?
oh, my withered man,
set in rot, lingering in dust
as bleak as you can,

don't you understand,
this life is a lie

water becomes sand
and the name dies

you won't ever be beautiful
again, and you know

you'll never fly,
you'll never try

because you made you cry
and now the rain
has to find it's way to an ocean

nothing was ever yours,
all you have is your heart
and it's so broken

between sparks, sharks and
shards, there's no hope

there's just this smoke
and a door that never opens

no matter how much
you scream

no matter how much
you dream

it'll never be true,
nobody is listening to you
nobody waits for you
you're all alone,

this world will fade for you
with a sky so blue, you'll forget
you ever had a home

and when the sun sets
there's not going to be
another dawn

they're all gone,
far away from here
when you were sleeping,
keeping cold

and now the child looks at
you, as he did weeping-
so many moons ago,

pleading into the mirror
for a better tomorrow

and you tell yourself
he was but a child
how could he ever know ?

who we become,
when the day comes
to an end

how then,
every morning that you mourn
will fade in time
fading with your mind,

how when,
just as the moment disappears
into another void
the world goes blind

this world,
full of people and pain

there are so many of them
full of our hollow noise
and silence to claim,

spilling words, worth and
grey feelings and a bright shine

they don't tell you
how every tear has a voice,
and how important it is
for you to stay kind,

to be away and sane
to find a way and bind
yourself into a prison,

made of blank pages,
you could never write

so many reasons,
and all it takes is one
autumn, one winter

one season,
to find nothing rhymes
to your heart beat,

but it's important
you know you're always dying;
and there's no grand plan,

and you won't keep
flying forever;
breathing forever,
oh, my withering man

there's no time.

when no one loves nobody,
there's not someone for everybody
some have a soul, a mind
some have just a rotting body

falling apart in pieces

i've tried to be alive
but i just cannot feel it

it feels as if i do not need it

how pretty it would be
if i could leave all this

far, far behind
never completed.




and nobody dies
everybody would cry
there'll be a sun in the sky
with tears in his eyes

don't ask me to lie
you don't have to ask me why

it's all just a beautiful life.




don't tell me you don't mourn
when you're there on your own

and the world passes you by

in that tale of sorrows
even whispers hunt and pry
there was once a river here
before the thirst made it dry

and i just stood there,

screaming into the hollow
searching it for a reply

but the shadows are all in love
dancing on naked cracked walls
bearing their all,

in a moment that makes me cry

there's so much more to empty
now that i have to leave this place
bleach my face and say good-bye



and nobody dies
everybody would cry
there'll be a sun in the sky
with tears in his eyes

don't ask me to lie
you don't have to ask me why

it's all after all
just a beautiful life.

old summer days,
forgotten whispers crumble
mummbled the whisperer
carrying the begotten ways

marrying the sunshine
birthing the whistles and grey
a sinister mind occupied
riled by the golden rays

sat by the meadow's brook
pouring cigarette's in ashtray
petrified of the ways earth is shook
from seven sea's far away

as the dead men watch in horror,
the living, and the words they say
down the shore where they found a book
passed down from hands gone astray

down the shore where they found a corpse
too lost to see, for free to he who pays
drown the soul and bury the tree
or the river shall find way to the men of clay

so pour the sky some *** and see
a drunk asteroid void of any hissing parts
on its way to kiss the grinning sun
to death and until life does them apart

maybe this world inside my head
won't be just another tale if i take a pill
sing to me and don't make haste
else the wasted would fill the ill

sing to me and don't you wake
the poison in my veins harms and ****
bring to me your morning grace
the demon inside my brain has no will

i'm so ***** since i ate the thrill
filled the whisperer and now it's a song
on the television a summer plays
in a loop of silver they don't belong

outside the winter claws against a home
breaking free of the last whisper
frozen in ashes written on the stones
regretting the moment he kissed her

for the summer to spend
and mend into colours those don't fit
weaving a piece of a puzzle to sit
and mourn the ways to miss her more

breaking thunder for the pieces of me
this place where kid eats kid,
the science doesn't cut like a blade anymore.


©writeweird

but it's all in-vain
they're all insane
everybody's wearing a lens
to see the world

the hurt
the depth and the words
i've wept for things that i feel
but nothing changes the blur

i'm afraid i'll be lost by the dusk
turned to dust, burned and crushed

oh, the hurt
the hurt makes me feel so alive
so alive, that i scream
scream and scream into the mirror

my mind tells me stories
but it's not because i miss her
and them ghosts remind me
how they're all gonna' break her

the heart-breaker
i'm so in love that i can wear her
nobody's safe in the mirror
trapped in shadows and whispers

and you're not allowed to linger
all through the winter
you must feed your lonely hunger

turn into a monster
burn every spring
and everything that'll come after

there's no noise
but a voice and so much laughter

i want to build myself a void
where none can see my face
an empty space
where i can be the master

but i guess i should've asked her
does it get harder
once you empty your soul
tell me how do you feel
when you burn yourself whole ?

i'm too burnt for my share
inside with all windows and doors

awake every night
i don't miss the sun anymore

does it get harder
once you empty yourself whole

tell me how do you feel
when you burn your soul ?

when it's 4 in the morning
and you still bleed
awake and cold; with an open
book you just couldn't read,

when the thought gets old and
lonely, and you continue to sleep-

caught and stuck in a world
that cuts deep,
and you didn't give a ****
when you had the time
to leave,

and now you weep,
now you feel-
it's all in your mind,
all the lies, and the bad deeds

so you seed the sky
as far as your heart can beat,
pouring all the stars down-
and drowning the sea,

it's 4 am in the mourning
and i cannot breathe
the world is about to wake up
and i cannot sleep

every lie is so ****** up,
what's mine ?
i cannot believe

what if i reach for them,
and they just get up to leave ?

sometimes i feel relieved,
when everybody's gone home
and there's nobody left to meet,
to give your life up for-
and to need

it leads you astray-
the emptiness, living off
of ashtrays and nothingness

made friends with
sadness,
waiting for the end and
the madness,

mesmerised by your love
and it's royal vastness,
your memories haunt me
and they want me-
my loyal highness,

there's so much autumn
in me, my veins - winter,
and mind scarlet-

i look in the mirror
and i guess i've forgotten me-
i don't remember you,
you look so harmless

and my heart is with you
i guess that makes them true too-
i am heart-less.

tired men
weak minds

traveling in
circles

collecting
venom in their
hearts

to spit out the
darkness

in arms of a
woman

talking about
their kingdom

armies of
the world

the great battle
in making

of thoughts of
violence

how it all
ends

i loved her and sometimes she loved me too
and all i ever was, too scared to lose her to another.

i miss her and i know sometimes she'll miss me too,
but not the way i have and certainly not the way i do.

only if there was a way to love someone
even more perhaps we'd made it through


and so i loved her and sometimes our love felt so true,
but you never know why when sometimes the feelings just die

and why the truly bless'd are so few.


now when i hate her at times i blame myself for having loved her true
but she was never mine and all we ever had is now lost to the time,

and i can't tame the bleeding blues.


i loved her and
sometimes she loved me too


and i try to find meaning in words
of the great Pablo,
but there's no healing only this
mutual satisfaction of knowing,

that he felt the same way as i  do.

even though we're not the same
nobody can tell anybody else's pain
though it's just one hell
and we'll never find each other again

at the very end
the only man in the mirror
is lonely you

but i loved her
and i know sometimes she loved me too.

the calm won't quell the storms
deep inside where darkness spreads

and the arms won't tell the time
to the old man dying inside my head

love thy neighbor yells the stone
two wrongs won't make a night

love thy neighbor and make a home
love thy neighbor and **** his wife

love thy color and take her home
where you can spend her right


and the calm won't quell the storms
painted on the walls hanging tight

and the arms won't tell the time
levitating in melancholy from a hight

mustangs and rodeos and clowns
****** and unicorns and knights

dead bodies wearing golden crowns
mystic fetuses and the lonely scribe

love thy evil and paint the town
hold your breath and hold her tight

for in the void one hears no sound
before the voice turns off the lights


perceptual obselesence and planned reasoning, conceptual presence and a relaxed evening with a spectacular sight






metal against cold skin
but the thought is breeding
caught in box and lost
with channels repeating

angels falling from the sky
and the devil is eating my brain

love thy evil and love thy dye
for the heart is beating for the pain



love thy evil.

i failed you —
again
and again

you
so afraid
of everything

hidden in your room
curtains drawn
windows boarded
lights gone dim

bowed before your gods
praying
begging
knowing

i’ve never known
anyone stronger —

to live
as you did
to love
as you have

exhausted
fighting
still dreaming

the world
wasn’t for you
but you
never complained

so this is
my ode to you

i’m sorry

I'll say it straight
No lies , no wait
You will never be enough
So let me say
And hear very clear
You are very dear
But I'm honest and I won't deny
That you were once
The love of my life
But little by little
I realised
And little by little
It all went by
And what was left
Wasn't enough
I want more
Than just your love
I'm not a coward
I won't hide behind a wall
I'll come out clean
And say it all
'cause longer I wait
More it will hurt
I care for you enough
To not treat you like dirt
It wasn't your fault
You are perfect the way you are
And you caught me in the eyes
But could never penetrate my heart
So be on your way
Take away all your stuff
I will say it once , no more
You'll never be enough

eight ate late




the more i take
the more i can hate
the more i can hate is no more
than i can take

the more i hate
the more i can make
the more i can make is no more
than i can hate

the more i weep
is more i wait
the more i forsake
more demons i make


the more i sleep
the more i'm awake
awake to the world
these dreams have made

the more i wake
the more i can fade
the more i can fade in
this sinful world that's fake

then more i breathe
the more i can feel the blade
running down my spine
behind me like a nightmare

the more i see my face
the more vacuum fills the space
eating me alive on the stage
surviving only wounds

***** after *****
no laughter ever escapes
no super hero wearing a cape
i'm an uber zero
dealing myself in straight traits

the more i can break
blow up in smoke and flakes
choke on raw feelings
and the words said


the more i knock the gates
the more i'm not

the more i'm afraid

to lose a part of me.

my fingers tremble
my mind fumbles
my thoughts tumble down
the drain
my brain goes blind
my eyes start to bleed
with the pain i keep
the hurt i bleed,
and the sorrow i seed
in my ink.


as i write my suffering
to you
always wondering
where you are
sometimes wandering
there out far
where i can hear
us clear, still-
young and laughing,
still filled, with love
for years to come,
but the time always comes
no matter who you are
or what you do
someday everything has
to burn,
the page has to turn,
so a new tale could be told
and that's how i lost you
and that's why this is,
what was, will always be true,
but i never knew-
i never cared, and now when
i'm here i'm aware, what it means
to have a dream,
what it means to scream just
to dull the silence and null
the violence running through
the veins,
there's pain and then there's
this something more,
that i can't describe, maybe
it's just life, i don't know,
maybe that's how it goes, that's
how it's all supposed to be,
but i see you when i don't want
to see, and i hear you even when
i'm screaming, now you're not even
mine when i'm dreaming,
now, i don't remember your face,
when i look you in the eye,
maybe nothing was true, and it
was all a lie, but i have two kids
there somewhere happy under a
blue sky, and it reminds me,
of me and you, and i hope i go
blind before i forget this too,
before i die here without you,
in the middle of the universe.

they sat by the dawn
whispering fire
lost in a desire
to be young again

finding it strange
how things change
as we change

why isn't it still the same
oh, why isn't it still the same ?

she asked him
give me a name

she said
again and again

and he said nothing

not love
nor pain

just eyes to the sky
and mind for the horizon

he kept lingering

she wept whispering

and soon enough
there was a morning

with a sun rise
so beautiful

it made her cry

here I am

here I come

thy kingdom calls

as I am

as I'll be undone

inside these walls

there won't be a name

nothing to love and hate

and that is all

there is nothing at all

so let the years fade
into the distance

so let the smile cut
open your throat

there is no hurt
there is no despair

there is only
you

demons and ghosts
and things

i cannot compare

frolic in these ruins
made of despair

many a moons have
come and gone

since the sun's
disappeared

and i still look
for you,

everywhere.

I've painted the sun on my window
in a hope, that it blinds my every morning, that it keeps me in light
of the shadows all around me.

I've drawn little stars and a smile
on the curtains, dancing against
the stained walls and holes, you can see the sky from.

clouds don't hinder my thoughts,
but feed into me the questions that rained in from far away galaxies,
crashing into the core of reality-
birthing a finality, finally.

stretching the length of my veins,
questions flow to my brain.
every word is like a needle,
abusing my brain, and they tell me
to look myself in the eye,
as if i can't see what I became,
as if i don't realise what's infront of my eyes, when it starts to rain.

i'm drowning in my blames,
i cannot swim in this sea of shame.
i'm just drowning in flames,
peeling my skin where my heart is,
now it is that more easy to give up-
to give in once again.

my train of thoughts is caught up,
to the knees, stuck inside faults and
flaws. there's no law in this barren
land made of star dust and with dusk.

i've read the story word to word,
and still nothing makes sense, no song, no lore-

for it is when you stop looking
you find what you really came for.

in Jammu: the city of temples, there is a house.

On the other side of Tawi, past the old bridge, i sit in my memory;

she's talking to me, "earn so i can be free," as my heart drowns in summer.

"it's unbearable," i say -- "the weather hasn't been kind to you"

i wait for her to say something but she's busy again - "i have so much to do.. why don't you settle here and make my life easier," she says with a forced smile.

On the other side of Tawi, past the old bridge, i sit in my memory;

perhaps one day i can give her the world, the one she is promised.

here on the foothills of the mighty Himalayas, on the other side of the tunnel, i wonder.

perhaps i can leave while i still can, younger than i remember, or have i been old and it's merely a dream?

have the city swallowed my memories to keep her relevance alive.

is she just a figment of her many tangled roads, the tree sitting on the three hills, and disjointed neighborhoods?

by the river Tawi - where i once spent the evening swimming in the sweet embrace of liquor, and in ***** of a welcoming morrow.

overlooking the new bridge, thinking to myself, 'how beautiful is home today'.

or making out in the backseat of a confidant's car as we travel through the sidhra road, and she says to me, "do you think this will never end?"

and before i can tell her the truth - i see a fleeting glimpse of silver; and there i am -- in tomorrow -- far from the edges of the mighty Himalayas.

i take out my phone, i need to see what time it is, and there on the screen, it says it's 32 degrees of summer in jammu, still -- and i burst into tears.

On the other side of Tawi, past the old bridge, i am my memory.

the rain falls where the petal's sleep
of a flower, not yet ready to seed

and i see what i cannot free

a dream not steady to breathe
that will blossom once it has bled

with all the shapes and figures
we keep deep inside our heads



i was never ready to leave
but there was nothing else
i could ever be; a heart
on an island full of stone



even if i could erase myself
there'll always be what i've known

and it will keep on screaming
long after i'm done and gone

back to the unknown
with all that has grown

and i know I'll still be there,
waiting for the world to ask

reflecting on my face
i see in the reflection;

as the world grows dark
through the glass


and i see the door to the window
it's closing in on me
it's closing in on me
It's eating the view

it wasn't build to last

there's nothing outside but the rain
but the pain and tears blurring
my eyes at last


there's nothing but the veins
of a storm that's about to mourn

and there's this forest
inside of me
that just wants to hunt and roam

and i see the rain falling,


the rain falls where the metal weeps
of a flower, not yet ready to be freed


but i see what i can free


the door to the window
it's closing in on me
but my mind has left

in midst of the clouds
where life is born
far away from myself

and for every time the storm bleeds
a flower will breed

and piece by piece
the door will start to fade

a forest shall be made
as wide as the window can be

as vast as you can see
as alive as you want to be

the door to the window
never had a key

it was just us,
filled to the brim
and we couldn't keep it in.

I'm tormented by the demons inside
Silent whispers that make me scream
The never ending circles of insanity
Nightmares that make me too scared to dream

Voices inside my head telling me the other side of the tale
Of what I've lost and gained
A hope that's slowly fading away with time
Burning whats left In deep core of mine

The pain reaches out like a lost lover
And I get lost in the sweet embrace
What has time done to me
Made me forget my own face

saints do nothing but preach
Hollow words i don't need
Tempted by the shine
They're knee deep in greed

The winds caress my soul
And I look up , maybe sky's too far to reach
The dark clouds have captured the sunshine
Forbidding us to meet

I'm haunted by my broken dreams
The pieces I can never rebuild
Tainted by my failures
Stained by the guilt

The road to freedom is never ending
And at Every step Im on a puddle of memories
Taking me back a thousand nights
The veil of memories hold me tight

And I start again
The never ending circle of loss and gain
Knowing I can never be whole again
With teary eyes , the hope has drained
And I look up with a heavy heart
Through the dark clouds
And i know , The sky can feel my pain
It reaches for me , it rains...

I don't know
if i can tell
there's a way
out of hell

what cannot grow
is hard to sell
in my brain
what I have felt

hiding behind
the broken walls
where every tear
pours a waterfall

there i drown
by my self
under an ocean
no one can hear you yell

and then a fire
burns with all I've wept
every scar
that i have kept

starts to breathe
and I open my eyes
flying high
up in the sky

and I can see
oh, I can tell
there's a fool
down in hell

waiting to be freed
from his greed
and now his soul
is not his to sell

and I start to dream
it begin to rain
and I was drowning
once again

I don't know
if i can tell
there's a way
out of hell

she keeps talking but I don't hear her
thinking about ways I can break her

no matter how much I try
I cannot hate her
dreaming about her
and i'm afraid I'll wake her


burning ourselves with love
and now tears are just vapours

ghosts whispering in my ears
how they're gonna break her

I'm just waiting for the day
when I'll carve her

the way I crave her,
I'll make her.






[in a better world
where i don't fight me
there'll be no hurt, never dear
when you'll be beside me

with all my heart i fear
that you'll never want me
and when I'm not there
i know you'll never remind me


i'll be a better man
when your love finds me
all my heart, my love i understand
but that's if you ever find me]

mixed in water
thoughts
dilute
caught
in the middle
where it subdues
a fickle mind
bleeding
blues
keeping riddles
in a trance
confused
escaping chaos
to another void
bitter
truth
makes no noise
only silence
as tides
turn
burn

Locked inside a box
A warm heart he hides
Black fumes and somewhat lost
He waits for sun to rise
Trapped inside his thoughts
There's a circus of dreams
One man , many faces
With no structure and no means
There is no definite
Thousand possibilities marrow may bring
Carrying the yesterday's
To be moulded and bind him in strings
He carries his own salvation
But is trapped in the circle of life
He awaits Tomorrow
Where he no longer have to strife
He waits in nothingness
Out of his struggles , a new hope will arise
For better or for worse
He will be free of the puzzles that confuses his mind
For now he's his own master
He is his own slave
There is no structure as to who he is
He stands on a thin blade
A Stranger to self
stranger for anyone who happens to pass by
He happens to be in a dream
Untill this moment passes by
Nothing but a shadow
Of his future and his past
He waits for tomorrow
For this moment to last

tonight i see no stars,

tonight the deep black has swallowed what little's left of the world

tonight there's nothing out there to look down upon me from the distance

and she's not here to fold into my arms to comfort my soul

tonight i see no stars, i see no ghosts sailing in the eastern winds

i don't hear the city mourn with its lost lovers and young pain

there's melancholia at every corner filled with silence it cannot contain

maybe there's more to this nothingness that my eye's cannot explain

tonight i see no hope for tomorrow and i don't wait for the promised sun

i'm sitting here in this silent room while the lonely road goes on --

i'm waiting for the birds to sing and break me away from this lonely hour

but it's still an eternity between me and the sounds of the living

and i don't have the comfort of the sky of reminding me how small i am

and smaller still, whatever that ills me and keeps me awake

as i stay still fighting the wilderness that has made a home inside of me

i wonder about distant planets those that exist for nothing

i wonder if they know of my pain, if they know what it means to live with a broken heart that never smiles --

i wonder if there's someone somewhere awake just as i am;

i wonder if his night is filled with stars.

i am in despair
withering in the cold depths of
passage of time
a trail left behind
with a winter to spare
and as i stare
into the memories
that never lay bare
a soul
i am reminded
how cold it must've been
to have a dream
when it wasn't yours

I was alone
so i made a friend
hoped it would work out
in the end
but in time
decisions weren't mine
we lost our minds
and left it all behind
i lost a friend
gained a lover
romantic in me
couldn't get eyes off her
i lost a lover
and than there was no friend
i gained pain instead
and that was the end

steel face may give away a smile
the ever happy may never smile again
temporary wounds , permanent scars
nothing remains the same again
burns it all to the ground
tales of ashes and bones
without it ,
you're just a heart of stone
you were alone
but you never realised
it comes and goes
and you're left paralyzed


stupid little thing called love
hangs like a sword above
you fall , you get hurt
stupid little thing called love

make me a love story
like they show in movies
one I can stay in and get old


make me a bridge I can love
this way or that
it will never matter where I go
it will never get cold

and no matter how many
times I look in the mirror
it will never shatter
and it will never know
this curse of gold


make somebody to be mine
even if it's only me to fear

somebody on my mind
but it has to be real

not just words I will bleed
on this empty page
I'm staring at this moment
make me a door

give me more than my share
I've been breathing torment
and now i don't know
how to live anymore


take me some place far away
one face where no scar can play
I'd like my sky to be so blue
full of light that no star will stay

and I'm not reminded
that i made my home
in another galaxy

for i could never find
someone standing close

make me a love story
like they show in movies
one I can stay in and get old


I've been dreaming since
yesterday in something
another year wasted
before it could say anything

I find colours so grey

make me a rainbow
and it will rain all across
my sun rays


I've been living on fumes
of tears i was sold

make me a love story
like they show in movies
one I can stay in and get old

longer my pain grows
stronger my wait flows
into an ocean of my abyss

I've been made a machine
and I'm in love with this
empty feeling that I cannot resist

that knows
no boundary
of not to grieve

please understand me
I'm not what I was told

make me a love story
like they show in movies
one I can stay in and get old


build me again
like you wanted me to be
what you needed to see
and set me free
from your lies


take away my eyes
place them in a box
filled with a sky
replace my every part
I won't even ask why

even if I have to die
it is worth living for..

make me a love story
like they show in movies
one I can stay in and get old

why do you push me away when all i want is to stay?

& then you tell me you need me when i'm so far away

why do you have to hurt me with all these games that you play?

can't you see i'm on my knees for you & a thousand times i've prayed

in a thousand different ways i've been loved & swayed

you sweep me off my feet and you spin me 'round for days

my mind is cluttered with everything that you never say

waiting for you to tell me it's gonna' be okay

why can't you just hold me and kiss the sad away?

& then you tell me you need me when i'm so far away

why do you push me away when all i want is to stay?