Nov 04 2008
Poems (Original)
GHOSTS
somewhere forgotten, somewhere lonely
their ghosts begotten, from their barren lives
they try to hold on, to the strings of their masters
because they realize, it’s all they have left
as thoughts burn in pastures, the silver liquid of our lives
jumbled up just like children’s toys, only the ghosts will survive
and even most of them will cry
in the waves of insanity, the craving of humanity
we will carve our names in stone, even though we’ll live alone
we will plunge our icy hearts, we will tear our lives apart
just to see the product, just to see the ends
only ghosts will survive
and even most of them will cry
Rain
rain is like the ocean but in the air
pain is in motion but never there
the sadness inside me, you are the cure
my antidepressant, oh so pure
pulling away carried and carted
sullying the day harried and martyred
rain is like the ocean but in the air
you can blame the lotion but it’s still your hair
