Sunday, September 4, 2011

Memories from the past

As I free my mind
Go back to what I've done
Will it haunt me again?
Will there be any pain?

And if I want to come back
Help me open my eyes
Tell me how different is it from a dream?
What if I'm not even able to scream!

Closing my eyes to remember what I feel
I'm afraid of my own memories
Can't see a thing in this limitless haze
I'm wandering around in this confusing maze

As I enter subconscious of my unexplored mind
I feel like I'm spinning inside my own head
Tell me is it going to take me somewhere?
Will I ever be able to breathe the air?

Now I'm starting to feel
A rush of blood to my head
Trying to visualize my unknown past
I hope it's not too hard to make it last

Everything seems to be gone
Surrounded by shadows and lights around me
No exit door that I can find
I feel trapped inside my own mind

I see myself like reflections in the mirror
And I don't know what's real anymore
Tell me how long will I have to stay?
Should I ever see myself this way?

I feel afraid to be here and to go back
Haunted by images I see and words that I hear
My body is shaking from what I have to see
And I see blood spattered all around me


I'm holding a knife bathing in blood
I see all the faces that I put to sleep
I feel so afraid, I have to come back
And then all my visions start turning to black

Suddenly I wake up with sweat on my brow
It doesn't feel like a dream anymore
A killer that I was, a killer I'll always be
It was only myself that I didn't see

How to live again when I feel so hollow
So empty and bare knowing the answers
I realize now, when the door is locked and I have the keys
Some things are better left to lost memories

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Sinking boat

Who will salvage this sinking boat
It's sinking down
Down below the depths
Of an ocean so dark
No stars above
to guide the way
No moodless words left to say
Every thought that ever bled
Everything I ever said
has come to naught
Here in the midst of
this blinded sea
Along with many those afloat
I'm drowning with this sinking boat

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Insinuations

Beyond the insinuations
and aberrations
Around the corners
of my stranded universe
Comes the solemnity
in humble solitude
of my insinuated world