Παρασκευή 18 Μαρτίου 2011

Solitary Solidarity



"I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other."
-The Monster

Κυριακή 13 Μαρτίου 2011

Limit Break

It hurts my heart to watch you
But if I don't protect you you'll fall apart
We haven't met and yet
You are my drug
And I think I alone can take all of you


That girl's so pathetic it hurts my heart
Selling her beauty cheap in vain
If we could have met like this
A lot sooner
Maybe I wouldn't hurt you
Maybe I wouldn't make you cry

My heart hurts from looking at you
You look so lovely
As you collapse
I'm watching you from over here
So come on, please try to smile

Therapy, this is therapy, simple therapy

After me you'll become a different person
You can't help this sad and lonely flirtation
It's a nightmare but
That's just you and besides
It's all meaningless
Because you've been soiled

Take you any way you want
I'll do anything you desire
Take you any way you...
Well, what do you want me to do
Take you any way you want
In this deserted place
Take you any way you...
This way we'll shatter all boundaries

Therapy, this is therapy, my therapy

"I'm so lonely," you complain
Let's stay the two of us together and we'll smash our boundaries

I'm sure we would have both enjoyed it
Had you looked at me the entire time
I should have given you everything
It should have been all for you

Take you any way you want
You are my beloved "insecurity"
Take you any way you...
I won't let you go anymore
I'll imprison you
Forever
I'll be at your side
I have so much to tell you

Therapy, this is therapy, my therapy

Let's spend our time here
Just the two of us
Let's spend together
This precious time

Let's stay without counting the nights
That we have spent together
Let's both continue
This intensive therapy
...and so you will become my drug

Κυριακή 6 Μαρτίου 2011

Infatuation. But for how long?

When I obsess over something new, an idea, a situation, a person or a relationship (or anything really) I am mad about it.

I give it my all.


I drain it to the very possible end.


I can't think of anything else apart from THAT.


I almost experience it in my head as if it was "real".


But once an external source, apart from my own neurons, interferes it's as if the magic and its lifespan is gone.


Am I greedy? Or selfish? Or too easily bored?

Well, or maybe I just like stories with an open end THAT much.

Σάββατο 5 Μαρτίου 2011

The Key

"This is the place I lost

It is the place I found

The place I had neither seen

Nor been to

Again I have come here

To part with this place?

To discover it?"

(Chapter 9 "The Key", hide-
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