(please forgive me)
Well this place will be devoted to showing off some of my work... wow i actually got work to show off lol. Soo i guess this will be the place where i torture you few who find my page with my own pathetic muses... im soo endlessly sorry about that, please forgive me!
know that i feel your pain
ok heres my pride and joy, i hope you like it
Chained Love
Chained by hands and chained by feet
Chained by love, oh love soo sweet
Break this chain of love apart
Break my soul and kill my heart
tear my mind from flesh and bone
Leave me be, leave me alone
Chained by hands and chained by feet
Chained by what does mind deplete
Take your care and take your love
Leave me free like birds above
Make me ruthless, make me beast
on care and love despair does feast
Chained by hands and chained by feet
Chained by what does sense defeat
You rip my mind and soul apart
Away my love, away my heart
Your care and love drives me insane
Away my heart, leave me no pain
Chained by hands and chained by feet
Chained by what makes last decreet
Your love it burns me and sustains me
Love like yours it makes me hate me
Your care it tears my heart and mind
My soul it kills and leaves behind
Chained by hands and chained by feet
Chained by more then meer deceit
Chained by hands and chained by feet
Chained by love, oh love soo sweet
Copyright © Nicolas Søndergaard
All rights reserved, worldwide
January 1, 2004
And here is another one you might like, probebly not
Lost in silence
Hear the silence
Enjoy its violence
Feel the sadness
Wish it hurt less
Walking alone
Sadened moan
Once he soared
Now he’s bored
Hugs and kisses
Things he misses
Lost in sadness
Feeds his madnees
Life without you
Lonelyness, blue
Look for love now
Wish he knew how
Beauties are rare
Love is so fair
In a dark night
Stands it so bright
Love without care
In his dark stare
As the bed dance
Lacks the romance
Soulless love fills
Only short thrills
Gives no meaning
Just love weaning
He seeks his death
Draws final breath
Draws another
No more smother
Can he still live
and more love give
Should he not die
Take a last sigh
Copyright © Nicolas Søndergaard
All rights reserved, worldwide
January, 2004
Seasons
Spring it came and found me here
Spring it found me all alone
Spring it found me on my own
Spring it came and told me where
To find a beauty bright and fair
Summer came and took me there
Summer came in sunny blaze
Summer came with better days
Summer came and bid me stare
Into a beauty bright and fair
Fall it came with browning leafs
Fall it came with quiet bliss
Fall it came with shorter kiss
Fall it came and showed me thieves
Fall it came with disbeliefs
Winter came and showed me truth
Winter came and froze my heart
Winter tore my soul apart
Winter came and made me sleuth
Winter came and crushed my youth
Seasons turn with loves sweet chains
Seasons turn with summers grains
Seasons turn, falls calm refrains
Seasons turn but what remains
A longin gaze through frosen panes
Copyright © Nicolas Søndergaard
All rights reserved, worldwide
January 27, 2004
”Send in the clown”
Sadness paints a smile apon its face
and calls itself a clown
It makes us smile and makes us laugh
While it cuts its host in half
And hides its awfull frown
Sadness paints a smile apon my face
A look of happiness and grace
just a mask to hide its trace
As wounds and scars my soul deface
Sadness paints a smile apon its face
False show of laughter
The mournful soul that always cries
Lies deep within the eyes
Sees the truth, noones after
Sadness paints a smile apon my face
A look of happiness and grace
just a mask to hide its trace
As wounds and scars my soul deface
Sadness paints a smile apon its face
Blood that will not show
It hides itself behind the careless glee
The soul that is not free
Drowning in its woe
Sadness paints a smile apon my face
A look of happiness and grace
just a mask to hide its trace
As wounds and scars my soul deface
Sadness paints a smile apon its face
But shows no emotion
Finds no release for what its feeling
oblivion more appealing
seeks its own demotion
Sadness paints a smile apon my face
A look of happiness and grace
just a mask to hide its trace
As wounds and scars my soul deface
Sadness paints a smile apon its face
Seeks attention it draws
As it finds sweet hidding in the crowds
stolidity souls only shrouds
Leaves heart without cause
Sadness paints a smile apon my face
A look of happiness and grace
just a mask to hide its trace
As wounds and scars my soul deface
Sadness paints a smile apon its face
Never lets it down
See the joyful look apon its cheery head
Eyes longin to be dead
Laugh at the clown!
Copyright © Nicolas Søndergaard
All rights reserved, worldwide
January 27, 2004
How Sad
There's a man in the mirror
Just look there and see,
It's a face of sheer terror
That just shouldn't be.
So if you can see him
dont stay for too long
It might make your day dim
to see something wrong
For all he has wasted,
And less he has won,
The life he has tasted
Was not always fun.
but he had a great future
His grades where all A's,
His friends they did torture
They ruined his days.
So if you can see him
dont stay for too long
It might make your day dim
to see something wrong
Though he rarely was happy
Would not show his cries.
Afraid to look sappy
He just closed his eyes.
He never found good friends,
He just found despair.
They teased him for his trends
And pulled at his hair.
There's a man in the mirror
Just look there and see,
It's a face of sheer terror
That just shouldn't be.
He knew he was foolish
For he heard it quite oft
They said he looked ghoulish
And his spine was quite soft
They called him a loser
And made fun of his tics,
They Said "You're a Snoozer"
As they beat him with sticks
So if you can see him
dont stay for too long
It might make your day dim
to see something wrong
He made himself not feel,
disappear in a fog
They said, "go ahead, squeal
Cause you look like a hog"
So he lived in the corners
And moved by the walls
He knew of no mourners
If he were to fall
So if you can see him
Then hurry and run
Now life is at his vim
For he carries a gun
Then one day, he saw her,
She looked like a star.
His mind in a soft blur
Wouldn't leave her too far
He went to pick flowers
Held them by the spur
He watched her for hours
But felt like a cur.
There's a man in the mirror
Just look there and see,
It's a face of sheer terror
That just shouldn't be.
He finaly did it,
Her friends they did laugh.
She said "go away shit."
His heart split in half.
She dared not risk mocking
Still for him her heart bled.
They heard the door locking
Before he blew off his head.
See the man in the mirror,
in weakness on knees,
who holds the dead nearer
is a father who pleas.
Copyright © Nicolas Sшndergaard
All rights reserved, worldwide
March 3, 2004 (rewritten)