Tricks of the night..... chapter 2

The silver moon hangs above the starless sky, strands of cloud covers it's beauty. Night has fallen once again and Jack stands in front the rusty gates of the cemetery, having second thoughts of what to do. Part of him wants to know what the dream he had last night really meant, or if that was really just a dream and nothing more. Jack firmly holds the chain that locks the rusty gates, Jack closes his eyes trying to decide what to do. A small breeze escapes the graveyard and blows pass Jack, at that very moment a cold chill run down his spine. Not because of the breeze but because of what he heard along with the breeze. The same voice, the same female voice that was calling Jack in his dream and after he woke up. Only this time he can hear it clearly, soft and enchanting. "Jack, Jack," it keeps on repeating. Each repetition louder than the last. Jack tries to cover his ears, trying to block off the sound. He feels like his slowly losing grip of sanity, the voice invades his mind. Holding a firm grip of his consciousness. Jack falls down to his knees, and without knowing it, he shouts. "Hey, you ok dude?" A passerby taps Jack's shoulders, looking at him with scared eyes. Jack lets go of his ears, the voice completely gone. "Ah, uhm, yeah, yeah, I... I'm all right. Hahahah...." "You sure dude? I mean you were kinda screaming you're lungs out." Jack slowly stands up, and forces a smile. "Yeah, uhm, I had a headache, yeah, that's it, terrible headache, but it's gone now... Thanks for the concern. Hahah." The stranger nods then walks away, Jack carefully watches as he is left alone. "Get a hold of yourself Jack, we'll just have a look and prove that there's no ghost or whatever that's been messing with you," Jack says to himself. "Ok, this chains are a bit rusty but I don't think it'll be that easy to break them, I guess I just have to climb up."

Jack pulls himself up as he goes over the gates, Jack steadies himself then jumps to the ground.

The Failure

I fall down to my knees,
battered and beaten.
Scars of my failures
cover my pale body.

All dried up,
with nothing left to give.
My wounded heart cries out for help,
it's slow beating echoes through the dark.

Life slowly escapes me.
The harder I try to live,
the harder I fall,
the more I bleed.

The scars that cover my body,
reminds me of times I tried, times I failed.
Misery lingers around me,
waiting to pounce over my helpless body.

The dreams I once had,
crushed by the cold grip of reality.
Dreams end once you open your eyes,
and see that they're nothing but fantasies.

A failure slowly being devoured by darkness,
I laugh at myself,
knowing it'll be the last laugh,
as I become lost in nothingness....

Our greates fear

Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate,
but that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It is not just in some; it is in everyone.

And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously give
other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.

-the poem "Our Greatest Fear" by marianne williamson from her book "A Return to Love". Hope you guys like it.... ^^

Saved

Sorrow dwells within me,
emptiness lives within my heart,
slowly eating me...
from the inside out.

When will all this end?
Each day becomes much worse.
Each day my heart grows numb,
feeling nothing, slowly dying.

My life slowly fades before me,
I no longer know who I am.
I strongly wish to be free,
to be free from this state I'm in.

All I see before me,
is nothing but sadness
and the inevitable death,
nothing but more pain, no place for happiness.

I look to You,
pleading, begging,
please save me I ask You,
save me from pain, from dying.

Remove this emptiness,
crush my stone heart.
Remove this sadness,
give me a new start.

Please give me freedom,
freedom from this empty life,
be my Savior,
save me from this pathetic life.

You look at me
eyes full of kindness I never knew,
You look at me,
and I feel you're love for me is true.

You gave me a new hope,
a reason to live,
You gave me a chance,
a chance to use the life you gave.

But still I can't do this on my own,
be with me and never forsake me,
I thank you for saving me,
in you true freedom I finally see.

Some instructions bout life and more....

When you walk this road of cobblestone,
the road they call life.
When you walk this road with someone or alone,
here are some tips and warnings from someone of old.

When you meet Sadness greet him,
but don't let him stay.
When Misery follows you, run,
and keep her away.

Pain and Suffering will walk together,
learn from them,
heed their warnings and keep them forever.
After that move on...

Happiness may seem elusive,
but don't fret. She's just shy and careful.
Keep on seeking her, keep on courting her.
For soon her heart will be yours and life will be half full.

Anger will block your way,
get pass him.
He'll lead you astray.
He'll trick you and beat you, run from him.

And if by chance Misery caught up to you,
and you feel overpowered.
Keep your heart, and don't let her take it from you.
for with Misery, your trip will be short lived, and the road will end.

Run from Misery,
ask help from Happiness.
Avoid her lies and trickery,
else you'll end up like Sadness.

Kindness is Happiness' sister.
She's as fair and as beautiful as Happiness.
To find her will be far harder.
To find her, ask Sacrifice for help.

And when the end is near,
you'll meet one last person.
Death is his name and sometimes he's accompanied by Fear.
Don't let Fear stop you from reaching the end.

Fear is as despicable as Anger,
he'll push you from the road,
he'll trick you to stop you from reaching the end.
Ignore him and continue walking the cobblestone road.

When you start to feel tired and weak,
Death will carry you,
and will bring you to the end you seek.
Thank him, just like what I did before you.

And when the end is reached,
Death will introduce you to the One.
And you'll run towards him,
and your life will finally be full.

The things listed here are just some instructions,
instructions from a man of old,
instructions I hope will help you.
And instructions I hope you'll pass on when you've reach the age of old.

Injured

I sit silently in a dark corner,
separated from the world.
The gap between reality and insanity,
I had already breached.

I sit silently in a dark corner,
surrounded each day by four padded walls.
Reality is but a distant memory,
madness is the category in which I fall.

I sit silently in a dark corner,
whistling a sad tune to myself.
A song which I can barely remember,
a song which we used to sing together.

I sit silently in a dark corner,
hearing whispers from people not there.
I sometimes hear your laughter, your voice so sweet.
Still pretending your here.

I sit silently in a dark corner,
I sometimes wish for it all to end.
At times I reminisce about us,
about how our love began, about our love's painful end.

I sit silently in a dark corner,
misery visits me each day,
sometimes accompanied by sadness,
They are the only ones I have, I listen to each word they say.

I sit silently in a dark corner,
weakly I take my medication.
The nurse smiles at me,
your face I momentarily see.

I sit silently in a dark corner,
my frayed heart bleeds,
each beat calls out to you,
each beat weaker than the last.

I sit silently in a dark corner,
your face I wish to see.
Just this once I wish, I ask,
"Will you come and sit beside me?"

Tricks of the night..... chapter 1....

The night breeze blows past jack, his hat flies to the night sky taken by the wind. Jack curses under his breath then follows the hat. For a moment Jack loses sight of the elusive flying hat, but quickly spots it once more. The wind carries the hat inside the old abandoned cemetery, it stopped functioning long ago, closed down because of rumors of it being haunted by souls not wanting to leave this world. Jack approaches the gates of the cemetery, chained and locked, the dismal atmosphere of the place along with the rumors he once heard as a kid scares Jack. Second thoughts of letting his hat go and just buy a new one surfaces in his mind, but as Jack turns to leave a voice suddenly calls out to him. Jack turns to see who was it that called him, but he didn't notice anyone. Thinking it was just the wind, Jack leaves.

Jack slowly climbs to bed, and almost immediately sleep takes captive of him. Jack dreams. In his sleep the world is black and white, he's walking down a cobblestone road. He looks around him, no one was there. Only withering trees, a white sun above hanging on a pitch black sky. Jack resumes his walk, the cadaverous surrounding became reiterative. Same withering trees, same white sun, same everything resting under the black sky. Seconds seem like minutes and minutes turn to hours, Jack walks on though his mind says to stop. After what seems like an endless trek, the cobblestone road ended. In front of Jack lies a huge gate, locked and chained. Jack instantly recognizes the gate in front of him, it's the same gate as the one in the entrance of the condemned graveyard only larger. Jack can't see anything inside, a thick fog seems to be obscuring his vision. Jack turns to leave, but as he walk away a voice calls out to him. The voice was that of a female. The voice holds captive of Jack's mind, enchanting but at the same time terrifying, Jack loses control of his body. He walks towards the gate, not being able to walk away or look away, the voice fills his mind. That sweet, enchanting voice. As Jack reaches out to the gate a ghostly hand grabs his arm. Jack wakes up.

Sweating and bewildered by the peculiar dream, Jack sits down on his bed cross-legged. Inside Jack's mind the voice can still be heard, calling, waiting. Jack slowly climbs out of bed, he enters his bathroom and looks into the mirror. A pale face looks back, eyes bloodshot, with his hair in a mess. "Man I'm getting old, hearing voices in my head, freaky nightmares, what next?" Jack mutters to himself. Jack splashes his face with water, the voice slowly fades becoming nothing more than a horrifying nightmare. "One way to stop this nonsense... I'll go tomorrow."

Remnants of war

Gun shots were heard everywhere, the land was stained red. Blood covered the ground, a small encounter between British soldiers and the Nazis left the air smelling of burned flesh and death. Cries of wounded men were heard miles away, cries of men still fighting from the grasp of Death's arms. It was a murky afternoon, the sky was painted red back then. The sun looked pale, smeared with a little black, large clouds of smoke rose from the ground. Even though the battle was over sounds of dying men still filled the air.

The date was 30th of May1942, three years before Hitler committed suicide and a day before the bombing of Cologne. War tore apart Germany--houses were destroyed, families were broken, sadness was everywhere. A small town was just attacked by British soldiers, a small boy was the only survivor. He was told by his father to hide and never come out no matter what. He obediently obeyed and hid under his bed. Moments pass and he heard a few screams, ear splitting screams. He heard his father pleading to someone, that was the first time he heard his father cry, it was also the last time. A loud voice came from an unknown speaker. "Kill them," the speaker said. He did not understood what it meant, it probably was English, his father knew English. His father continued to plead some more, now joined by the voice of his mother, then loud noises came from somewhere, or something. The air was filled with a burning scent, his father had stopped pleading, his parents remained silent. He did not realized it then but tears were streaming down his eyes. He waited till the men left. As he came out from under his bed he saw the body of his dead parents, his father shielding his mother before they were both shot to death. "Papa?" The little boy once full of innocence and ignorance tried to wake his dead father; confusion gripped his ignorant mind. He wondered why Papa was not moving, and why he was covered with sticky, red stuff. Outside the cries of other survivors filled the air--blood flowed down the street, bodies were everywhere. The boy gripping the hand of his teddy bear sat beside his dead parents crying.

After many years the little boy now an old man of 70, sits on a bench watching his grandchildren play. A little girl slowly approaches him. "Grandpa come play with us," the little girl reminded him of his childhood, full of dreams and ignorance. He smiled to the girl an empty smile. The year is now 2007, the Fuhrer was defeated long ago and now Germany is peaceful. The old man follows his grandchild, smiling, but deep inside his heart he'll forever be that little kid holding his stuff animal, dried tears glued on his cheeks, and eyes robbed of innocence in exchange of fear. A little kid that will forever be on that red, stained, sky afternoon of May 30 1942.

The Solemn Times...

As all light vanishes--
Swallowed by the dominating darkness.
As my fleeting soul slowly dies out,
Memories of you pervade my mind.

As the setting sun slowly disappears behind the horizon,
As my stigmatized heart slowly stops to beat,
As the winds of sorrow blow past me,
Memories of you pervade my mind.

As the dark red moon rises to the sky,
Under the pitch black sky I will lie.
As the burning stars carefully take their place,
Memories of you pervade my mind.

Before all life is taken out of me,
Before that inauspicious last breath,
Time slows to a stop
As memories of you pervade my mind.

My life comes to an unimposing end.
And as my soul hangs limp in Death's damp arms,
And as tears of regret and pain rolls down my face
Memories of us pervade my mind.

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Nightmare Before Christmas original poem

It was late one fall in Halloweenland,
and the air had quite a chill.
Against the moon a skeleton sat,
alone upon a hill.
He was tall and thin with a bat bow tie;
Jack Skellington was his name.
He was tired and bored in Halloweenland

"I'm sick of the scaring, the terror, the fright.
I'm tired of being something that goes bump in the night.
I'm bored with leering my horrible glances,
And my feet hurt from dancing those skeleton dances.
I don't like graveyards, and I need something new.
There must be more to life than just yelling,
'Boo!'"

Then out from a grave, with a curl and a twist,
Came a whimpering, whining, spectral mist.
It was a little ghost dog, with a faint little bark,
And a jack-o'-lantern nose that glowed in the dark.
It was Jack's dog, Zero, the best friend he had,
But Jack hardly noticed, which made Zero sad.

All that night and through the next day,
Jack wandered and walked.
He was filled with dismay.
Then deep in the forest, just before night,
Jack came upon an amazing sight.
Not twenty feet from the spot where he stood
Were three massive doorways carved in wood.
He stood before them, completely in awe,
His gaze transfixed by one special door.
Entranced and excited, with a slight sense of worry,
Jack opened the door to a white, windy flurry.

Jack didn't know it, but he'd fallen down
In the middle of a place called Christmas Town!
Immersed in the light, Jack was no longer haunted.
He had finally found the feeling he wanted.
And so that his friends wouldn't think him a liar,
He took the present filled stockings that hung by the fire.
He took candy and toys that were stacked on the shelves
And a picture of Santa with all of his elves.
He took lights and ornaments and the star from the tree,
And from the Christmas Town sign, he took the big letter C.

He picked up everything that sparkled or glowed.
He even picked up a handful of snow.
He grabbed it all, and without being seen,
He took it all back to Halloween.

Back in Halloween a group of Jack's peers
Stared in amazement at his Christmas souvenires.
For this wondrous vision none were prepared.
Most were excited, though a few were quite scared!

For the next few days, while it lightninged and thundered,
Jack sat alone and obsessively wondered.
"Why is it they get to spread laughter and cheer
While we stalk the graveyards, spreading panic and fear?
Well, I could be Santa, and I could spread cheer!
Why does he get to do it year after year?"
Outraged by injustice, Jack thought and he thought.
Then he got an idea. "Yes. . .yes. . .why not!"

In Christmas Town, Santa was making some toys
When through the din he heard a soft noise.
He answered the door, and to his surprise,
He saw weird little creatures in strange disguise.
They were altogether ugly and rather petite.
As they opened their sacks, they yelled, "Trick or treat!"
Then a confused Santa was shoved into a sack
And taken to Halloween to see mastermind Jack.

In Halloween everyone gathered once more,
For they'd never seen a Santa before
And as they cautiously gazed at this strange old man,
Jack related to Santa his masterful plan:
"My dear Mr. Claus, I think it's a crime
That you've got to be Santa all of the time!
But now I will give presents, and I will spread cheer.
We're changing places I'm Santa this year.
It is I who will say Merry Christmas to you!
So you may lie in my coffin, creak doors, and yell, 'Boo!'
And please, Mr. Claus, don't think ill of my plan.
For I'll do the best Santa job that I can."

And though Jack and his friends thought they'd do a good job,
Their idea of Christmas was still quite macabre.
They were packed up and ready on Christmas Eve day
When Jack hitched his reindeer to his sleek coffin sleigh,
But on Christmas Eve as they were about to begin,
A Halloween fog slowly rolled in.
Jack said, "We can't leave; this fog's just too thick.
There will be no Christmas, and I can't be St. Nick."
Then a small glowing light pierced through the fog.
What could it be?. . .It was Zero, Jack's dog!

Jack said, "Zero, with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"

And to be so needed was Zero's great dream,
So he joyously flew to the head of the team.
And as the skeletal sleigh started its ghostly flight,
Jack cackled, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

'Twas the nightmare before Christmas, and all though the house,
Not a creature was peaceful, not even a mouse.
The stockings all hung by the chimney with care,
When opened that morning would cause quite a scare!
The children, all nestled so snug in their beds,
Would have nightmares of monsters and skeleton heads.
The moon that hung over the new-fallen snow
Cast an eerie pall over the city below,
And Santa Claus's laughter now sounded like groans,
And the jingling bells like chattering bones.
And what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a coffin sleigh with skeleton deer.
And a skeletal driver so ugly and sick
They knew in a moment, this can't be St. Nick!
From house to house, with a true sense of joy,
Jack happily issued each present and toy.
From rooftop to rooftop he jumped and he skipped,
Leaving presents that seemed to be straight from a crypt!
Unaware that the world was in panic and fear,
Jack merrily spread his own brand of cheer.

He visited the house of Susie and Dave;
They got a Gumby and Pokey from the grave.
Then on to the home of little Jane Neeman;
She got a baby doll possessed by a demon.
A monstrous train with tentacle tracks,
A ghoulish puppet wielding an ax,
A man eating plant disguised as a wreath,
And a vampire teddy bear with very sharp teeth.

There were screams of terror, but Jack didn't hear it,
He was much too involved with his own Christmas spirit!
Jack finally looked down from his dark, starry frights
And saw the commotion, the noise, and the light.
"Why, they're celebrating, it looks like such fun!
They're thanking me for the good job that I've done."
But what he thought were fireworks meant as goodwill
Were bullets and missiles intended to kill.
Then amidst the barrage of artillery fire,
Jack urged Zero to go higher and higher.
And away they all flew like the storm of a thistle,
Until they were hit by a well guided missile.
And as they fell on the cemetery, way out of sight,
Was heard, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good
night."

Jack pulled himself up on a large stone cross,
And from there he reviewed his incredible loss.
"I thought I could be Santa, I had such belief"
Jack was confused and filled with great grief.
Not knowing where to turn, he looked toward the sky,
Then he slumped on the grave and he started to cry.
And as Zero and Jack lay crumpled on the ground,
They suddenly heard a familiar sound.

"My dear Jack," said Santa, "I applaud your intent.
I know wreaking such havoc was not what you meant.
And so you are sad and feeling quite blue,
But taking over Christmas was the wrong thing to do.
I hope you realize Halloween's the right place for you.
There's a lot more, Jack, that I'd like to say,
But now I must hurry, for it's almost Christmas day."
Then he jumped in his sleigh, and with a wink of an eye,
He said, "Merry Christmas," and he bid them good bye.

Back home, Jack was sad, but then, like a dream,
Santa brought Christmas to the land of Halloween.

the end
poem by tim burton, just want to share it with you guys, they also made an animated film based on the poem above.....

Madhouse

Laughter echoes down the hall,
along with the shrieks of pain.
Cries of anguish coming from all sides,
I close my eyes,
cover my ears for I don't want to hear.

Disconcert with reality,
trying to take hold of sanity.
Who am I?
Different personalities trying to get hold of my injured mind.

A wall of shadows rise up before me.
Stranded and forsaken,
nowhere to go, but here.
Lying down, hugging my knees.

The thin line between madness and sanity
is slowly being extinguished.
Is this the only escape?
Escape from this melancholy state.

Laughter again rises from the ground,
as cries of pain pervades my mind,
shouts of rage fill the coarse air.
As I carefully cross the line.

The Porcelain Mask

Behind this mask lies another me,
another me which I try to hide.
Another me which I try to conceal,
the darkness lying inside.

But the darkness slowly creeps out,
deep inside me it is struggling for escape.
Deep inside me "Freedom" it shouts.
How long will I be in this miserable state?

How long can I hide behind this porcelain mask?
The mask smiles, but the inside cries.
How long can I keep the darkness behind this mask?
The mask smiles but inside sadness truly lies.

The mask hides what truly is inside,
a world of pain, sadness and death.
The mask hides things which must not be seen,
a man broken, gasping for precious breath.

I try to look around.
I see people around me,
they too are not that different
they also hide behind the porcelain mask like me.

The darkness within themselves they strongly hide,
I saw that they're just like me.
Only some are worse,
they do anything so others won't see the truth behind.

The different masks look all the same,
all the masks can be seen smiling and laughing.
But deep inside, what you thought were smiles and laughter,
are really sadness and the deafening sounds of dying.

Everyone's the same,
no matter what they do the darkness can always be seen.
The skeletons they hide behind their closets,
will always find a way for them to be revealed.

Cries of pain pour out of the holes
of my porcelain mask.
Each passing second seems like an eternity,
when will this end I always ask.

Drops of blood fall from my already broken heart
injured and weak it's beating carefully slows down.
I look up at the chocolate colored sky,
my heart's slow beating is the only sound.

The beauty of the stars
burns on my eyes.
What's next after all of this?
Will it finally stop? The sadness and the cries?

Behind the mask I smile,
a melancholic smile.
Tears suddenly slides down my face,
tears that slowly wash away the sad smile.

After a few moments it finally came,
my bleeding heart stops, and all the sadness die.
I peacefully fall down,
a man dies under the chocolate colored sky.

The Silver Maiden

The silver moon shines down from above,
its reflection glows from the water.
The moon smiles down to the maiden sitting upon the rock
in the middle of the water.

She sings to the moon a melancholic tune,
the radiance of the moon slowly embraces her.
She closes her eyes as if becoming one with the moon,
I wish I too could embrace her.

I slowly approach the rock upon the water,
entering the light of the moon.
Its silver glow engulfs me,
I feel like I too had become one with the moon.

The maiden looks at me and shyly smiles,
I too look at her and her beauty caught my eyes.
Her smile mesmerizes even the strongest of minds.
I stay silent looking at her drowning in her stare, frozen like ice.

We held hands and a second lasted for eternity,
the simple thought of this being a dream I strongly fight.
Every moment passing by seems like precious memory,
memory of me and her under the silver light.

The dark clouds slowly cover the moon above.
The moon slowly disappears along with its light.
The moon slowly disappears, along with the maiden I love.
And as the moon appear once again, I stand alone under its silver light.

FooL

My love for you will never die,
even though your love for me was never there.
My love for you will be forever true,
even though at times you don't care.

It's enough for me just to know your fine.
It's enough to know your happy.
it's enough for me to hear you laugh.
I just hope my love for you, you can see.

Once we were walking together,
I confessed my love to you
you took it as a joke
and didn't believe that it was true.

You laughed, and i did too.
My laughter then was hollow,
if you only you know my love is true
and that loneliness was behind my laughter's shadow.

My love for you will never die,
my love for you will be forever true.
My love for you will forever remain,
i just hope someday you will learn to love me too....

RainfaLL

as the drops of rain fall from the darkened sky,
thoughts of you invades my mind.
can't remove them even if i try.

haunting me each night like sweet nightmares,
keeping me awake each time i try to sleep,
to forget you do i even dare?

your face i see
each time my eyes close
oh this curse when will i be free?

as the rain slowly stops and the clouds begin to part
as the sun slowly peeks from the gray sky,
the thoughts of me without you slowly tears my heart...

SoliTarY

i am left in solitude thinking,
thinking when will this melancholy
heart reach it's end...
thinking if madness is the only escape,
thinking if the scars of life ever mend.
solitude has kept me,
people always betray me.
no soul hears my cry,
a cry of anguish and pain.
and as i look at the black sky above,
i felt my bleeding heart finally stop.
i felt my life...
finally end.

by Anonymous...

her beauty hunts me every night,
her hand i want to hold real tight,
her face becomes my light,
i wonder if my love for her is alright....

hindrances are in every corner,
circumstances tries to keep me away from her,
my love for you is forever,
my only wish is for us to be together.

each night i sleep,
within my head the thought of you slowly creeps.
each time i look at your eyes they enchant me,
i just hope my love for you i can let you see....

i fight the thought of me destined to never have you,
even though those thoughts are true,
i know i can never have you,
but i just want you to know that my love for you will be forever true....

Stubborn love

but what is love?
love is something most people wants to have.
love is giving your all.
mind, body and for some... soul.

i have once loved,
i loved a girl i know i can never have.
i'm such a fool cause i know i can't have her.
i'm so stubborn because i still love her.

i know i can't have her but i'm still coming,
thinking it would change something.
i know all my efforts were futile,
but still i'm wishing for her love even for just a while.

isn't love a weird one?
i can't have her but still i'm not stopping for anyone....
such a foolish heart i have.
don't know why but it is still you that it loves.

i know i can never have you
no matter what i do.
still, i'll forever love you
don't know why it's just something my heart tells me to do....

HOsTagE

When can i escape from this darkness?
When can i break free from this bondage?
When can i stop this loneliness?
Sin has taken me hostage.

Tears of pain rolls down from my eyes,
sadness taking over me.
All hope slowly dies,
the light i can barely see.

Death knocks on my door,
grip of the abyss slowly takes my breath away.
Sadness so cold freezing the soul's core,
it just won't go away.

Shackled and torn apart,
tired of this so-called life.
Looking for a fresh start.
Finding the strength to strive.

Struggling from this bondage,
seeking a helping hand.
Will i be forever locked in a cage?
When can i escape from this forsaken land?

Tired from all this misery,
i just want this to end.
I just want to be set free.
When will this life end?

memento mori

Life is a one way trip
After that you fall in a sleep so deep
A deep sleep no man can avoid
A sleep where you fall in a dark void.

Death is experienced by every man
Death comes and excludes no one
Each of our lives will come to an end
We live only once, then our body, to the ground will descend

Six feet below we will lie
For us, time will stop the moment we die
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Eternity depends on our actions past

Man will spend eternity either in heaven or hell
A place with golden streets or a place worse than prison cell
A place where angels sleep or a place where devils lay
A place of peace or a place where darkness stays

Eternity depends on your actions today
Our actions will decide where we will stay
Death isn't the end of man's story
Death is only the beginning of everyone's eternity
So live life with care and....
Memento Mori.

aLonE

All alone, lying still.
The abyss slowly engulfs me.
My heart turning to ice, my emotions
dying out.
The world turning against me,
I against the world.
Alone and wounded,
my tears drying up,
my soul dying out.
Sorrow beckons me,
and as i close my eyes,
before that final breath...
"will someone miss me?"
the thought came to my head.
And as i take my final gasp of air,
an answer from darkness came:
"no."

Fade

The sun slowly goes down,
sky turning orange, purple,
and then finally black.
Alone in a corner,
broken and unrepairable.
Thinking of memories i have with you,
just thinking of you.
Sadness slowly creeps by,
emptiness taking over me,
sensing no help,
i slowly disappear....

Torn

As the night cripples my body,
As the moon shines on the dark, night sky.
As dry leaves make sounds,
as the wind howls in the cold night.
Small drops of blood fall from my torn heart.
The pain disappears along with
the emotions I had felt once before.
As the clouds cover the moon above,
as all light vanishes,
i am left alone,
crippled,
and torn.