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Why do the people kill themselves?
Why do the people kill themselves?
They take some poison from the shelves..
They say goodbye in a special note,
sometimes they do, but sometimes not..
Why do the people kill themselves?
They go there, where noone dwells.
They get a gun, they get a rope,
they leave no smile, they want no hope.
RF: Why do they, why?
Why say goodbye?
No matter truth or lie, just why.
Why make it crashed?
Why leave it smashed?
Some people lose their faith in love,
some people see a sign above
Some people are extremely ill:
the pain is terrible and real
They undestand that everyday
they're getting worse, there's no delay.
Some people lose their sense in life,
they jump from where no survive.
THE PAST
The hands are searching for
Some flesh in a window hole
It eats my heart
The water enswathes
The rainbow negative is tender and chessom
A burning joy crept to the pod,
It's rotten with sin
Oh save me within
This world from my god
Forgotten again
Is killin' my brain
Everytime
All the same
I won't be between
The past is immortal..
The hands search
The hearts wait
No distance
But we are not close
The blackened window
The rainbow fades whitely slowly
Forgotten is blind
It's killin' my mind
Everytime
My mind's splashed
Don't care
I won't be between
The past is immortal...
All is behind
All will return (all comes back)
The snowtown
I close my eyes and hear
the snow is falling down
the moon is coming near,
it's turning me around
my emptiness has grown
and left me all alone
if i could only know
why I am fake inside
the stars of melting snow
would heal my mind and hide
the only thing that matters
the town made of snow
i read the icy letters
they move they call me so
i feel so happy there
the town is my prayer
The Asphodel
The plains
Of Hades
Are covered with
asphodel
The Dead
Eat that
The ancient stories
Tell
RF: Some God lies are deeply hidden there
In the silent greeny meadows of Somewhere
You can ask and they will softly slowly say
Where the Buried Shadows stay.
The ghosts,
The hosts —
They’re the cubs
of Orion
He scrubs
Bronze clubs
He runs
Them fast
He drives the souls
On and on.
RF Some God lies are deeply hidden there
In the silent greeny meadows of Somewhere
You can ask and they will softly slowly say pray
Where the Buried Shadows stay.
I measure every Grief I meet
by Emily Dickinson
I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, Eyes –
I wonder if It weighs like Mine –
Or has an Easier size.
I wonder if They bore it long –
Or did it just begin –
I could not tell the Date of Mine –
It feels so old a pain –
I wonder if it hurts to live –
And if They have to try –
And whether – could They choose between –
It would not be – to die –
I note that Some – gone patient long –
At length, renew their smile –
An imitation of a Light
That has so little Oil....
Living to kill love
We will meet and fall into each other
We'll be one and together meant for forever
I will think you're my queen and my lover
All I want is you in my heart, in my house and my life
But you'll leave and I will get a knife
To kill love
Living to kill love
Are you doing the same?
Living to kill love
If there is any sense in my words why then they don't come out?
Why do I want to be all alone?
Why should I feel if my brain is without
Senses of love, everything's wrong
I had no idea that love can get rotten
I was lost in illusion now all is forgotten
Is everything over?
Is everything gone?
For me…
The Song About August
All night long
You're having your dream
On a silent and slow rain
On a high and yellow pine tree
Where the wind will tremble insane
Wake up
You'll see the raining stops
You see the raining stops
Sighing on your pane
Make up
Meannhile the tear drops
Among the pain and sobs
Please come back home again
The mourning music will flow down
Melting marshmallas flow
You won't want to hear the ocean sand
You won't wanna wait but go away from woe
The Phobias song
The people are afraid of darkness and sadness
Of spiders, flies and coming madness
Of being poisoned, by dolls taken
Or they are afraid of decisions making
RF: Phobias… Where do they come from?
Why do they come to us?
Why do they torture us?
God knows or devil hides.
I know one man he fears a lot
To turn into salt on a winter road
When he sheds a tear from his eyes
He's very afraid that through this he dies.
I know one woman she is afraid
Of the trees in the forest that stay so fade.
She is so afraid that they all can fall
And kill her and no one will help at all.
Suffocating
Do you see
In the misty eyes the childish fears tremble.
They splash the reality shell and the pieces assemble
in a dead dream... You're falling
Down the merciless walls your hands are flowing
And your words in the darkness are dumb
You're an actor
And a spectator
You're so numb
Dancing in an empty theatre with the music of Eternity
The eyes are shut
The light is cut
Suffocating
No,the soul is dying so silently
Do you see
In a familiar heaven the portraits are made
So ruined,dried,fade
The mirrors are curtained,the solo is heard
On weary strings in the name of some God
There was a life here one day
The eyes are shut
The light is cut
Suffocating
The soul is dying in a wooden kist
We are made of love
Accepted or rejected
When we lose our love or we're neglected
We don't really change, not by half
Our love belongs only to us
It is always with us,flowing through us.
We are searching for the one
We are dreaming all alone
Feeling that we are not needed
By those people we adore
Or we don't need them anymore
Longing to die and searching for it
But love is here,we just store it
It can not be lost
