Tuesday, December 21, 2010

What would it matter?

So, if the blue sky never came home, would we still be happy?
I know I would,
and if the stars never revealed their diamond souls?
and the sun was covered in shadows?
What would it matter,
When you are the one that stills my mind,
the one that reaches out when I'm falling behind...

Friday, December 3, 2010

Sleeping sickness

I've become,
a simple souvenir of someones kill,
like the sea, I'm constantly changing from calm to ill,
Madness fills my heart and soul, as if the great divide could swallow me whole...
Some one come, someone come and save my life,
Maybe I'll sleep when I am dead..