Day Dreamer

what happened to thedays where words were enough
and trust given, not earnt
this world, filled with hate and disclosure
and every man is on his own

i dream the unfathomable dream, where a man is taken only by his honour
but in a world of overwhelming discontent,
it doesnt matter who or what i am, anymore

who am i anyway, what are we coming to
this endless chasm in our hearts
the empty jar holds no promise for me
and it screams of insecurity

all i want is a chance, to lead the path of sincerity
and to breath once again
without the hate of the world on my chest
to breath again, to taste sweet empathy

what happened to the days where my words were enough
the days when we were so innocent
on top of the park,
when words were all that mattered
and i had no insecurities

Come back to me

come back to me,
you took my breath with you,
the aroma of you lingers here
and im suffocating,
grapsing for the chance to feel your skin again

come back to me,
let me hold you, under htis moon
and the wane will glimmer over your eyes
my beating will be in rhapsody
oh, i could melt away, fade to nothing
you took my breath with you
you took my breath when you thought i wouldnt need it

come back to me, beautiful

Set Me Free

the fallout is here, the hail hurts the most
stall tall, take to the skies
devils advocate cant hold me back

clouds, mountains, rivers too
everything is mine for the taking
and baby, this is only the beginning
clear the way, hold my fucking shit
no holds barred, im gonna split
and if the distance is endless
ill break
and the horizon wont even be able to keep up

the fallout is here,
and if you cant handle the pressure
then break free

break fucking free

BREAK!!!

(whispers) and set me free...

Synesthesia

i cant help it
theres a fire inside
not a rage, not a thought
but a motion, a passion
like a synesthesia when i see you
your curves sing chorus to me,
and you smile an endless palette of beauty

all i need is one touch,
a kiss that evokes a brilliant blend of senses
theres colour, music, the wildlife under my skin
a whim trace of irradescent mortality

soak in this synesthesia,
and be lost in your eyes
for all eternity, till the rain brings me to
it will be our duality,
this fire inside

And We Dive Like Doves

my arm around your waist,
we dive like doves
and the pillows catch us
but only if you are ready

this means so much to me
more than breast and lip
more than a game
and more like a display

with covers pulled over,
only you can see what i want to show you
only you will feel my chest move

my lips will move slowly
and if you blush, i will embrace
my hands will swim patterns on your skin
so smooth, so pure
and if you close your eyes, i will whisper
and if you want more, i will endure

when we melt, all warm and pure
we will sigh, and think of the future
because i want to hold this moment forever
and have you in bed when i wake up
so we can capture the feeling
and after every dream, we dive like doves

Demise of the Demeaning

And there will be smiles in the gallows
with celebration, you will pity yourself
the children will stare, the mature will nod

for when it passes, you will all see your fault
if your next for the hangman's noose
maybe then will you rise to the occasion

there will be redemption,
if only upon your final hour
don't curse, just hold your breath

your naivety is not to blame
your heir can only do better
and they will remember your demise

so fuck, and bring into this world
a hope
a chance
they will better you


(i hope this isn't to dark, and i hope you can take from this two interpretations. the first being your own, which is un-important to me.the second... well send me your interpretations.)

Screen For The Blank

reading in the cinema
i recline, and i ignore
this isn't entertainment
its a product
don't let your self become the mindless consumer

i don't want to be on the silver screen
i don't want to be someone im not
and most of all
i don't want to be you

so i will read
and the page will turn
the drama will unfold
you will be consumed
unknowingly, you will be blank

there is no drama in pretending
there is no idol in a fake
don't cry with them, don't laugh at their parades

its all a charade,
I don't want to be like them
I don't want to be like you

The silver screen, for the blank
and it will go blank
and you will have nothing
no hope
the reel isn't never ending