Give me your passion, give me your all
Don’t be afraid to take a fall
Life is for living, don’t have regrets
Live for this moment, be one with my sex.
I’ll give you pleasure, I’ll take the pain,
I’ll make it so real that the memories remain.
Don’t lose this feeling, don’t let me go,
I’ll give and I’ll take more than you know.
I am a vampire, I feed on your soul,
To make you mine is my only goal.
I’ll tear you apart, take you into my world
I’ll slowly destroy you then start to rebuild.
Saturday, 7 April 2012
Give me your pleasure, give me your pain
Give me your pleasure, give me your pain,
I will take them apart and prove they’re the same.
You cannot attribute one without the other
In pain there is pleasure beyond all measure.
Darkness surmounts you, glory in its grasp
Take from its offerings, do as it asks.
Don’t run for freedom, it’s in your head,
Lying right beside you, a beast in your bed.
It won’t deny you, if you would only ask
To be all you are, and remove your mask
You have a beauty, I cannot dispel
Darkness is falling slowly under your spell.
I will take them apart and prove they’re the same.
You cannot attribute one without the other
In pain there is pleasure beyond all measure.
Darkness surmounts you, glory in its grasp
Take from its offerings, do as it asks.
Don’t run for freedom, it’s in your head,
Lying right beside you, a beast in your bed.
It won’t deny you, if you would only ask
To be all you are, and remove your mask
You have a beauty, I cannot dispel
Darkness is falling slowly under your spell.
Monday, 19 December 2011
Live what you dream -Draft
What if the mirror could see more than skin
If it could reflect the truth and the sin
The deep reaches of all that you are
And if it could, would the world care?
The world is an image, it is not real
It is a facsimile of what you're supposed to feel
It holds a grasp so tight that you have to lie
Else the truth would cause your spirit to die.
We are the downtrodden, the ones who see
What you think we are is not what we're meant to be
We put on our masks, pretend to be you
But in truth we are but one of the few.
We are more than cattle, we rise above,
We live for knowledge, and look for love.
Search for humanity, don't be the machine,
Give all that you are and live what you dream.
If it could reflect the truth and the sin
The deep reaches of all that you are
And if it could, would the world care?
The world is an image, it is not real
It is a facsimile of what you're supposed to feel
It holds a grasp so tight that you have to lie
Else the truth would cause your spirit to die.
We are the downtrodden, the ones who see
What you think we are is not what we're meant to be
We put on our masks, pretend to be you
But in truth we are but one of the few.
We are more than cattle, we rise above,
We live for knowledge, and look for love.
Search for humanity, don't be the machine,
Give all that you are and live what you dream.
Tuesday, 25 October 2011
Emotions
Are humans
a slave to their emotions;
Endlessly
searching for the sublime,
Or is
happiness just a desperate notion
That
changes and evolves over time.
An animal
has feelings, but are they aware
Can they
process and surpass their feral instincts?
Our
emotions control us, but are beyond compare,
They form
our perception and make us distinct.
But are we
ever ourselves again
When our
emotions burn faster and stronger in pain
We are
changed by the experience, lost in the shame
Of losing
a loved one with nothing to gain.
Je ne sais quoi
Sanity is breaking
loose, and insanity is all I have left.
I am cleft to its
bosom, trapped like a child
Clinging to the only
support that my developing hands can grasp.
I am a newborn, a
halfbreed of all that I was, all that I am.
I am dependant on you
for succour, you feed me with your touch;
I need you to let me
taste you, to remember your scent
To breath deeply of the
dew that seeps from my touch
To bind myself in the
unending torrent of feeling
And to die for a while
in that certain je ne sais quoi.
Friday, 16 September 2011
Lovers
My heart is unbridled, I cannot pretend,
That all I require is just a good friend.
I need a companion, a lover, and then
Maybe, just maybe, I’ll find love again.
I searched in my heart for what love should be,
I realised too late that it always starts with me,
To love oneself is a challenge, not a goal,
You won’t find redemption if you don’t have a soul.
My passion is a burden, too much for one man,
If I let if go I will be dead again
I will foster and keep it, then set it free,
I’ll use it to catch you and bring you to me.
Tuesday, 13 September 2011
A Mirror of Pen and Paper
I have a mirror of pen and paper
It is more intrusive than silvered glass,
Which relies on your image, else you are vapour,
Whereas my thoughts and words will outlast; surpass.
I take your image and fill the void
Replace the gaps with the truth inside
But the end result leaves you underjoyed
Even though the outcome is fully justified.
I have a mirror that sees it all
It reaches in and discovers your worth
I will write the story of your fall
Your central themes and back to your birth
Beauty is transient, subjective and biased
My words describe what lies beneath
Your reflection will degrade, get lost in a mask
My words will last forever, but your beauty will cease.
It is more intrusive than silvered glass,
Which relies on your image, else you are vapour,
Whereas my thoughts and words will outlast; surpass.
I take your image and fill the void
Replace the gaps with the truth inside
But the end result leaves you underjoyed
Even though the outcome is fully justified.
I have a mirror that sees it all
It reaches in and discovers your worth
I will write the story of your fall
Your central themes and back to your birth
Beauty is transient, subjective and biased
My words describe what lies beneath
Your reflection will degrade, get lost in a mask
My words will last forever, but your beauty will cease.
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