Tired and numbed
I step out..
Im trying to step out today..
In my heart
I feel the burden
I feel sick
Thats why I want to step out
Finding the reason why Im still alive
No one there
For me.. so..
I step back
I open the door
With hesitation I lock it
Its okay
Im telling myself
Its okay
Im trying to smile
Smile
Instead the tears drop
Im asking
Why Im still here
Dying is so hard to do
Living is so hard to do
I realize
Im just leftover
Wilting by myself
Deep in the sea
Out of this world
Craving to breath the happy life
I crawl into my bed
Wrapped myself with the cold blanket
I face the lamp at the ceiling
Not shining
Its dark
I reach my fake world
Listen to the hat in time music
I will end up sleeping the day out
Lets see the sun tomorrow
Again
Maybe tomorrow will work
For me
For me
Happiness
How happy is he born or taught,
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his highest skill;
Whose passions not his masters are;
Whose soul is still prepar'd for death
Untied unto the world with care
Of princes' grace or vulgar breath;
Who envies none whom chance doth raise,
Or vice; who never understood
The deepest wounds are given by praise,
By rule of state, but not of good;
Who hath his life from rumours freed;
Whose conscience is his strong retreat;
Whose state can neither flatterers feed,
Nor ruins make accusers great;
Who God doth late and early pray,
More of his grace than goods to send,
And entertains the harmless day
With a well-chosen book or friend.
This man is free from servile bands
Of hope to rise or fear to fall;
Lord of himself, though not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all.
Can you hold on?
One more day, one more night
I gotta just sleep tight
I am waiting for the day that’s just right
I know I am silly, you are out there hanging out with billy
He’s got that smile, that face, that charm that just feels right
But I promise I’ll be just like silly billy one day, you see
I am just waiting just waiting
When the time is right
So can you just hold on…tight
Till I gather my might and become the mr. right
Can you.. hold on??
War
War, war never changes but it changes the people who wage them.
It makes them miserable, it gives them a purpose so grim.
The purpose of killing the “other”. To take the precious gift we call life from someone’s cold dead hands.
To snatch whatever little hope someone has. To rape the very sacred queen that gives color to this world. To burn, to loot, to pillage some remote heaven on earth.
War, war never changes but it does change the people, for when you kill a precious soul, a part of you goes foul as well.
May those who perish and those who wage wars both find peace, for their soul needs them.
Hell is here, Hell is now
Hell is when you are gifted with talents that you cannot express, when the words you want to say and the words that come out are different, even mediocre.
Hell is seeing your life go by, before your very own eyes while you just helplessly watch wondering if tomorrow would be any different.
If a new day will bring new life into this old one of mine.
Hell is to realize at the dusk of your life that you merely existed, not lived on this big blue beautiful earth.
Hell is to have food without hunger, love without feelings, lost youth and the regret of it all at the end of your life.
That, my dear friend, is the worst hell of 'em all.
The Mad Man And His Hut
The madman and his hut
There is this man, a mad, mad man
Who lives in his tiny hut
In the middle of manhattan
Among the largest of the huts
He wakes up every morning and
Thinks it will be new
The breakfast is made, the coffee’s left to brew
It’s eight thirty already and he’s getting late
He has to run back to the company
To continue his boring fate
The mad man runs around the city
On this another boring day
And won’t you look at the time
It’s already six thirtyyy eight
The man has to sneak out before the boss finds out
And chews him out again
Infront of everyone
He has to meet this girl
He met last night at bar
Oh pity! She won’t even give him a chance
If she saw his beater car
He rushes through the gates of hell
With the lights turning red and green
He has to reach hotel
Before its eight fifteen
Oh pity! She didn’t show up
Maybe she saw his car
And here just another boring day
Leaving behind its painful scars
Oh pity! The madman….
And his beater car
The madman comes back to his hut
The time is ten thirty..
Better cook some dinner
And then watch some tv..
Oh pity! The madman and his tiny hut
Oh pity! The madman, his life is in a rut
Oh pity! The madman will go to bed
Oh pity! All alone with his favorite beating hand
Oh pity! His soul just died some more
Oh pity! He’ll start this again all alone
Oh pity! The madman sighs while looking at his scars
Oh pity! The time is twelve thirty
And its just another day of his boooring story..
Oh pity! You madman and your tiny hut
Oh pity! Your life’s in a rut
Agaaaaaiiinnn……..