I might be talking in my sleep,
But, baby, I can’t remember
Those words I said after the milk had been spilled;
I might be walking in my sleep,
But, baby, I can’t remember
That scream which took me away from my God.
I might be crying in my sleep,
But, baby, I can’t remember
Those stone-cold eyes of yours
After those little hands reached my neck.
I might be breathing in my sleep,
And, baby, this is your madness, still
I can’t remember why I closed my eyes
When your flesh sensed contentment.
I might be fully awake now,
But, baby, insomnia kills
And I still can’t understand
Why my blade wanted to feel you,,,,
Taking a deep breath in,
We’ll just prepare to cut the sky,
With a screaming soul along,
We won’t be disappointing anyone,
I’m still waiting here....
It’s the same as ever
The voice of blossoming youth,
It’s mine and only mine,
Pay the price to get it,
Watching your step so not to fall....
Mistaking you for someone else,
A smile which went along,
Climb the stairs to the top,
We’ll meet again
Under a tearful sky...
This way, traveling to nowhere,
The darkness will fade away,
As we’ll sing our mind for anyone to hear...
It’s always the same damn problem,
The complaining voice of expectations,
Don’t trust anyone
As this will be my salvation.
Erase everything from my way,
I’ll take a glimpse at your weak heart,
Let’s put an end to it....
Let’s take it from the beginning...
By only those words,
Your body shakes in fear,
You wanted to feel that happiness,
Now scattered everywhere in a dark room.
I sit in the middle of traffic,
And feel the stress pile up,
Wanted to look at the reality,
I open up my eyes,
But everything stopped (working)....
This way, traveling to nowhere,
The darkness will fade away,
As we’ll sing our mind for anyone to hear...
It’s always the same damn problem,
The complaining voice of expectations,
Don’t trust anyone
As this will be my salvation.
Erase everything from my way,
I’ll take a glimpse at your weak heart,
Let’s put an end to it....
Let’s take it from the beginning...
Walking silently a hard path,
Taking the courage to speak up,
It’s not only you who’s living,
Look at your surroundings,
It’s for your tomorrow...
Joking about a never coming future,
Look at your steps so not to fall,
In this darkness which bloomed in my mind,
You’ll be drowned in newspapers
And the TV won’t make you any good...
It’s always the same damn problem,
The complaining voice of expectations,
Don’t trust anyone
As this will be my salvation.
Erase everything from my way,
I’ll take a glimpse at your weak heart,
Let’s stop for a second and look into it...
I don’t need this air,
The smoke is enough,
Fill me up with angst,
I’ll shut my mouth.
Don’t worry, mom,
The strings I used this time won’t break,
I tied it properly, you see...
So stop shouting at me....
What are these whispers?
Dad, why did you come?
You shouldn’t be here,
Crimson’s a drug....
My fingers you kept untouched,
I will frame them now,
Look at how beautiful they are,
Your heart is on fire....
Sister, don’t be sad,
I’ll give you a human-sized doll
I promised you after-all
I won’t be mad.
Why won’t you say anything?
I won’t allow your tears to fall,
Else they’ll break the crimson I created,
I worked so hard, please diligent, my fated...
You wanted my smile so I’ll give it to you,
I’ve put it afar
I kept it from you, but
I want it back, while I search for a cure...
My mind will soon scatter,
I hanged my eyes upon the red string of fate,
So you hear, my dear listener,
A world is not that hard to make,
If you destroyed everything that has been created.
Dear shadow,
As you could see, the monument I passed by today decided to tell me its deepest secret. As you know, I have this weird habit of sharing stories with walls, but this is the first time I ever talked with an art piece. It wasn't a great art piece though, just some rock in the middle of a park. Its form reminded me of a... how could you describe it? An enormous rock, I suppose.
It almost started crying when seeing me, shouting "Mother! My dear lost mother! There you were! You were in front of me all the time and I didn't notice you? How rude of me, dear mother!". I looked around confused, but only saw an innocent bird fighting with a worm. The monument was obviously talking to me. There was no time for me to creep out, because "the thing" was desperate. It wanted to confess.
"Mother, the time has changed. The trees are older, and the world is a little bit more peaceful. The wind has become softer, and the rain has become unbearable. I think you already know what I want to say. Yes, I am living my last months, mother. Your appearance here, is one other signal which has been sent to me. Oh, my dear lost mother, you can't even imagine how I am feeling right now! I am happy to see you, but in the same time my heart gives birth to a faint feeling of sadness. But, mother, what I really wanted to tell you is not this, but the simple fact that I forgive you and your actions which have deeply affected me. But no worry, mother, you are now forgiven. However, could I have one selfish request? I want you to hug your long lost child."
Before I could say anything, a voice coming from the ground had answered to the monument's request. "Of course, my dear.". And what did my eyes see? A pebble moving desperately. As little as it was, it couldn't move by its own, so she asked me with its same tiny voice "Could you please take me to my son?". I did as I was asked.
I, again, have seen and heard something I shouldn't have. I left confused, and told this tale to my dear walls at home.
Believe it or not, I'm keeping a virus in my closet. Don't worry, I'm not hiding it. It's his home.
He appeared at my door after he peeped through the door hole and apparently saw an alien on my head, trying to eat my brain. After a short discussion with the panicked "creature", I found out the "alien" was actually my hair, black and of medium length at the said moment. This is how I realized aliens are black and hairy. Oh, and their food is "the human brain" apparently.
Going back on track, this "virus" is a cute, little and noisy creature. He sleeps in the day and doesn't let me sleep at night. At his request, I gave him a name: "SD", from "Sleep Disease". I still can't decide upon a pronunciation of his name, but for now I'll stick to "Sidy". Why? No special reason.
As he's now insisting on writing an introduction for myself, I'll give you the following information:
Name: Ray
Birthday: 8th October 1187
Blood Type: B
Hometown: Eden
Currently living in: the sand
Favorite food: sweets
Disliked food: onions, garlic, fried fish
Favorite drink: orange juice, tea, white wine, liquor, vodka
Favorite animals: tiger, dragon, computer
Hobby: reading, writing, watching movies, drawing, photography
Loves: guitars, drums, piercings, tattoos, music, weirdness
Favorite writer: Haruki Murakami, Ryu Murakami
The rest shall be written later...
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