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The room is dark and I'm alone.
A water lily growing on land,
The moon shining in day light
A bird inside a cage,
A balloon placed in a bed of nails
A book would not have served its purpose
My mind is drifting away from my head
Such irony it is...
Girl:
Faceless being who are you?
Faceless being who are you?
Faceless being who are you?
Faceless being who are you?
Faceless being who are you?
Faceless being who are you?
Faceless being who are you?
Faceless being:
O Beautiful One, my lady,
O Beautiful One, my lady,
O Beautiful One, my lady,
O Beautiful One, my lady,
O Beautiful One, my lady,
O Beautiful One, my lady,
O Beautiful One, my beloved,
No matter how hard I dream,
Written words can say a lot of
In this private, secret place
The endless flow of time,
Alone
I love the silence that surrounds me.
I love it when no one is around,
Because then I can escape reality.
Bond
Living in a place where it cannot stand.
Fire burning in deep waters
Burning in a place where it cannot live forever...
Cannot be seen for the sun is too bright.
A sheep sleeping in a wolf's den
Would not live much longer, count one to ten.
Or an actress kept from the stage
Is a deprivation of life and breath...
The granting of bittersweet death.
Would burst without the chance to prevail.
A diamond would have no use for beauty
If she is not flaunted for all her glory.
If it was kept and stored for dust...
A shadow would not be seen in the darkness,
Nor will one light be distinct in brightness.
Drifting
Me eyes are dazed, frozen to space
I am here, but I am not here
I can feel myself floating
But I am not airborne
People are talking but I cannot hear
The world is spinning but I cannot feel
Someone is in front of me but I cannot see
My mind is somewhere it’s not supposed to be
You knock at every door I pass
Your voice resounds in spite the noise
Why can’t you leave me be?
I’m drifting... I’m sinking... I’m falling in and out
Where am I now, I cannot recognize
Wake me from this slumber
Pull me away from this dream
Distraction, my companion
You are distraction’s favorite toy
Nostalgia haunts me... lingers... haunts...
Chaotic thoughts, yet it feels wonderful
Chaotic... wonderful...
What links them? How can it be?
Uncontrollable… enduring the wait...
Something inside of me longs for you...
But I am frozen to this spot
Entropy
Such paradox...
That when life springs,
It begins to die.
Faceless
Faceless being, who are you?
You haunt me night and day;
You haunt me when I dream.
What is this game that you play?
You make me feel light;
You make me soar.
You lift me into infinite heights.
Why don't you tell me your name?
I've never heard of your voice before,
Tell me, what is your game?
I want to look at you if I may.
And I had tried to look at you,
But you ran away.
I am desperate to know who you are.
But you always hide your face.
I will not judge you for whatever scar.
Why do you torment me?
You come to me night and day.
But when I look at you, you flee.
Have I not the right to see you?
Why must I not be granted
Even one simple clue?
Do you despise me?
Have I done you wrong?
Am I your enemy?
O but Beautiful One, my lady,
I do not and will never despise you.
For you are not an enemy
That I must destroy in time due.
You are right when you say
'You have the right,'
But please listen to me, I pray.
Have I been tormenting you?
But I have not.
I only wait for my rightful cue.
I bear no scar in my countenance.
But I am grateful for your kindness,
Even through our dim acquaintance.
I must keep my face for now
For I cannot let you know.
But you will see me one day--this is my vow.
I play no game in this affair.
In my clandestine visits I come for you;
I come for a short moment to share.
I love you more than you know.
For I am yours and yours only.
But for now, I must go.
In time you shall find out what I've come for.
And I promise that you shall see my face
When we meet once more.
Fairytale
All my wishes will be of no avail.
Because no matter how hard I scream,
My life will never be a fairytale
Poetry
What my heart wants to cry.
It reveals who I am,
And knows not how to lie.
The Secret Place
Where I call myself my own
Where all the secrets I hide
Lie inside this head of mine
Free to explore, free to run
Free to cast yesterday gone
No other voice but mine
Just the soft whispers of my mind
And all the songs that nature sings
The rustle of leaves, the flap of wings
No one, not one soul
To disturb my being sole
Life springs, echoes
The cold breeze blows
Nature rejoices, dances
And I have been swept into a trance
In this private, secret place
Where I can call my own
Time Versus Fate
No living being can severe.
The path which fate takes,
Only God himself can veer.