the roses' thorns cut through my skin
a drop of blood falls down
my heart is broken, my soul is burnt
I'm falling to the ground

the rose you gave me long ago
I hold onto it still
a love that was lost long ago
a love for which I'd kill

I know I'll never let it go
this rose composed of blood
the more and more I miss you
means the deeper the thorns go

you kissed me on the cheek
and then you handed me this rose
and even on my deathbed
I will never let it go...

you sheltered me inside your wings
you warmed my soul; my heart
you promised we would fly away
at night, when it was dark

you never saw my tears
the day you chose to fly away
and never were a heart would beat
in the same rythm... the same way

my wrists have scars
both old and new
a nightmare caused by only you

I dreamt a lot
and never saw
any good that you had caused

and now beneath no wings I lay
I'm tormented by loss
hopeful that you'll give me shade
but knowing you flew off...

thine eyes that shine like summers sun
a hope held in my hands begun
with simple words come from thy mouth
and so our love begins...

it took a dream to make this true
it takes a heart; thy love whilst do
and ever-lasting hope redeems
a truth undreamt for thy to please

you ne'er take my heart
and smash unto the burdened ground
for our love's kindled within
a stronger, evergrowing passion

you watch thine eyes as I just stare
whilst things once lost are now repaired
a time of calling, a time of hope
thou lingered presence will ne'er go

could you see me o'er the hills
as I could see the heart thy fills
thenceforth all time will cease to stop
as we will be one at the heart

the two will ne'er find sere love
we ne'er will befriend the trust
thou chance hast ne'er come before
together ascertain we canst ignore

a thouroughgoing love will last
until the day our lives shall pass
and thine eyes fuel the love enough;
just a word begets this love

the lights dim...










I fly away from safety
I fly away from where your arms were last
because I cannot deal with memories
of me and your and our past

and I let the darkness take me
I let it rumble, crumple my existance
as life and death both intertwines
I live in empty, broken time

you never loved a soul before
and yet you said of me
that you had loved, you always would
but we weren't meant to be

the lights dim....










and as I close my eyes and imagine
a stage
the lights that will never be on
you're gone, an actor that is there in spirit, there in soul
there, but you just had to go






the lights take flight...

and as you cry alone tonight
(and as I cry alone tonight)
you'll convince yourself it is alright
(I'll convince myself it is alright)
that you were never really dead
(I never ever was really dead)
that love was never in your arms
(you never were truly in your arms)
you broke my heart
(I broke your heart)


speak as the words pervade my broken heart


I'm lost
you're gone





the lights dim.....
the actors bow....
a dead man hanging is revealed.....
audience screams......
one screams the dead man's name.....
the audience goes haywire.....
running.... fighting... trampling....
the dead man calmly swings back and forth....
unaware he's center stage.....
he must have forgotten his lines....
for he speaks not a word and he just stares coldly and blankly ahead
with his dead and empty eyes...
as a trickle of red tears slides slowly down his cheek...
the make-up must be running...
for he has slipped away...
he'll always remain center stage...

(in my heart forever
you will be center stage)

you're a little late
here in this dark room
... I wait for you dark room
I wait and wait, slowly
memorizing
every inch of this room
so that I won't make a
+fool-
out of my self when you return;
bumping into things and
falling
more than I have already
fallen

I wait for the door to
open...
for you to come and let me in...
and the day, the one you
come
back to me
I hope someday it will come
and as I watch the time pass
slowly
every second seeming like an hour
(every sound
seeming)
like
(a) (scream)
and the loud and
(peircing)
beat of my heart
echoing(echoing)
throughout the murky atmosphere
of this
lonely room

you're just a little late
I know you will come [soon]
and you'd never abandon me
it's what you'd never do

and time goes by much
-slower+

life in this room seems
dead
I feel locked in this room
and yet...
I feel like a stranger to my
own soul
and to my heartbeat...
and the rom is still dark;
a gray, musty
rotting room...
-even if you came
I'd only be able to
hear
-your-
heartbeat
...but never would i...
see
-your-
face

and it seems so
long ago
that I functioned normally,
now I feel like a
mere (spirit +
that haunts
(+) and [manipulates]
my) soul into
WaItiNG for you to (return
) but I know you never
[will] return
and I know the whispering
words that my
tears
say... things so depressing and
(truthful +
it makes my) [heart]
?drown?
in self-pity
and ocean of black
{not blue}
oil {not water}
that makes me sink slower to the
floor of the
black muck,
and I die a slower and more
painful death...
(and) I close my eyes...
for my oil tears hurt as they
come out of my red and
swollen, sullen eyes...
my face a mere ghost sunk in
and (+lonely+).
but no, I can feel it
([lingering]) in the air
a spirit sent to once more
convince
me that you will
[-not-] return
and my ears cannot hear the
words
that are said
{you are gone}+, {yoyu are never coming back}+, (and)
+{give up...}
but they sound just like birds
crowing
cocks screeching their song
(doves whistling +
the saddest tune (melody
that) I have ever heard|
)and through it all, I still
know that this dark rooms was
once
[lit] with
candles of {resonating...} light
that drove my soul outrageously
into-> {yours=
colliding} as one
{and then pulling (-apart-)
and in the middle} of a
{table (in the middle of the) room [I memorized the
(room) for] you} a
ROSE laid, (now dead)
in the center of the table beside the
two candles {of resonating light}
and soon it withered
(sere roses told me you'd left
[and still i) didn't listen]
and as I wait,
the candles both have died down
(to) the candlestick
{the rose now a (manifestation)
for bugs to
feed upon}
...you're gone...
I know you're gone...

(and still I lie upon this bed
the lust that drove me now is dead
I can't believe that you are gone
you never loved me all along)

[and still I feel it's you I need
a love for which I still would bleed
but all along you had played me
I can't believe you're just a dream]

{you know you held me
you seemed so true
you seemed so lovely
but that never was you}

+I covet the riches
the end and the start
you never part
...I still hold empty wishes+

-your face is still here
and it's cold on my heart
though you never did love me
I'm still torn apart-

?but are you coming back
is this just me being crazy?

...and so I wait for you to come
the day it is your face I see
and still I wait for that one say
when you will rescue me...

your eyes light up like lightning
a flash of passion; an instant of lust
I fly away so faithfully
I prove it's you I trust

the clouds float far away from us
the warmth invades our skin
I drift weightlessly amidst the ocean-sky
this way i've never been....

the ticks and tocks
of clocks on the wall
go by and by;
the clocks don't lie

with the rules of time
they defy themselves
a little over, somewhat under
can't you hear the roaring thunder?

for this fall shall be the very safest of them all
where at the end  find your arms
there to keep me safe from harm
and warmth and care, thy softest eyes
I can't even imagine a tear being cried

so softly you cradle me
so light I do feel
and I must truly float
now it has to be real

and so the newest story begins
the break from old to new
the prologue is finished, the story begins
and so calls for Cheers to a Happy Ending