Heart ache
Horror
Life
Nature
Nostalgy
People
Religious
Romance

Chain of dice

Life is nothing but a chain of dice;
It can torment you, it can have you mesmerized
It's the dice that tells you if you win or lose,
It has never been up to you; you'll never choose
To them, it does not matter if you win
They'll still claim that your life's a sin

They're linked together in a chain,
You can't defy them, it's all in vain

Decade of tears

I crawl into a corner to hide, to shut the world away,
To treasure each tear I've cried, to bide my solitude day by day
I'm weeping in silence, fighting my fears
My skin is a prison; pinching, strangling, impaling like spears
Why do you haunt me? I don't want to be,
Can't bear to hear you; set me free!

I fear I will spend a decade in tears,
Watching the clock tick; counting the years
For life is a prison, and I can't break free,
It's my own sad poem, in which I'm forced to be

Emptiness

...And there's nothing but emptiness
Emptiness to replace your heart
Emptiness to destroy your soul
Emptiness to deride you
Emptiness that will take your life
Emptiness that will make you fade away

My child

My child, my child
Tell me what it's all about
Tell me why we're here, and why there's only one way out
Tell me why we're born, when it's already been decided that we'll die
Why are we cursed with life when we're doomed to die?

Is there nothing but life and death?
Is our only choice to live, or to die?
Yet people speak of the freedom of choice,
Where's the freedom, if there's only one choice to be made?

My child, my child
Share your wisdom
Share your thoughts
Tell me what you see
Reveal the answers;
Enlighten me!

Returning of a gift

An exotic sensation, isn't it?
The very essence of your life is leaving you
Not much of a loss, is it?
You can't claim that your life will be missed
Not by your loved ones, and especially not by you
You know it , you've known it from the moment you were born
Their precious gift was not meant for you
It was forced upon you, and you've despised it ever since

It is time for you to return that gift
To give freedom to the one thing that has kept you alive all those years
Release your dying soul, show your creators that their gift is as unwanted, as it is a waste
Show them that its existence is meaningless
Unless it was given to you with the intention to teach you every way of suffering

Tell them that you've tried to live their life, and that you are unable to call it your own
Tell them, make them know, before you return to your eternal rest

Unable to feel, unwilling to live

Can you feel it?
The darkness, the shade?
The evil that I made?
The meaningless in life; the eternal sorrow?
Why linger on when there's no tomorrow?

The answer lies in front of you;
Cease to please this life imbued,
Embrace the darkness with a heart imbrued
Let yourself becomed possessed by the dark,
Let emptiness replace your heart

Life has taught you the meaning of poetic justice,
It is time to end it with the dark angel's kiss

White crosses, dark shadows

White crosses, don't you see?
Dark shadows, why to be?
Do you live for darkness, or do you live for light?
Are you crying for your God's bless, are you praying every night?

Your tears are well-known
Your weakness has been shown
Could it be that you've seen the truth?
That the world is nor black, nor white
That even the whitest cross has a black shadow

You claimed you loved your life
Why, you could not tell
You said that nothing could go wrong; Life was swell
Then, I came along
I brought you down from heaven
Welcome to my hell
Grab a lie, and hold on
You'll soon realise, that this is where you belong

White crosses, don't you see?
Dark shadows, why to be?