Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These...

...the silence escaped my sweet Lullabies...

Monday, July 14, 2008

Everlasting

Delirious, sad and convinced,
The pedigree of all time.
Over the bricks of dawn,
Denying the wrong of past.
The fatal lifetime turns,
To suffer a faulty demise.
Rejection of this cycle,
No mending in its path.
Just another endless fight,
Suffocating my eternal light.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Sold Dreams

Numb, and silent from sleepy fingers,
A night away from a nights night.
Yet I sleep as time goes by,
Dreaming a starving song of sleep.
Cant get up, cant make me cry,
Here ill stay till mornings by.
Taken away by dreadful wishes,
A place I know, where secrets are sold.

Friday, June 27, 2008

How…

Behold,
A golden necklace,
To caress my neck,
Its chains so strong,
Mind-blowing gift.

Alas,
A box,
Filled with candy,
A perfect conjunction,
Of white assortment.

This comb so shiny,
Running through my hair,
Silky strains pave my skin
Till I conjure with flair.

And a glass, of sugar-sweet,
To perfume my lips,
Now,
I feel the heat.
A dying picture,
The lonely street.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Simple

Oh Hell, Oh hell,
What have I done.
Don’t think I’m well,
I plunged the fun.
Deep in my cell,
I clutch my gun.
Push down the bell,
Forgot to run..

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

SCHIZOPHRENIA : On the other side


So, i follow her;

Those deep green eyes,
Her fear that dies,
Hidden close, by lies,
The night-marish cries.

Before her I stand,
Clean glass at sight,
Can’t block her Hand,
I lost the fight.

Tiles walls close in,
My voice is numb,
She smiles at me,
Cold loss at sea.

I watch her go,
The mirror breaks out,
Next time she comes,
It’s me she’ll doubt.

There, I stand
Reflect the vile ghost,
Alone, she’s no clue,
Her soul’s almost out.

Monday, June 2, 2008

The coming hour

Rage and hate and hate and Rage,
A clicking clock escapes its cage.
A time so far, so far the Time,
When addicts await a thriving crime.

And so we sigh the coming hour,
Where sour-sweet turns sweet to sour.
Through sickness that in all us feed,
The time, that time, excites our seed.

Innocent Prey

The valleys widen, and mountains grow,
The heavens have turned a silent glow.
Streams lurk, dark rivers flow,
Thunder comes prompt a-slow.

Her hands ravenous
Those lips so sharp
Hail every moment
Her lullaby harp.

As slaves turn wild
They see no harm,
Till all goes quiet,
Now spills Alarm.

Sunday, May 11, 2008


Once apon a time,


A girl woke a dream

Savage and delightful space

Of which she never returned.