Fie for Thought
The End
Pain and decite
This is what I'm feeling
You had to tell me those words you knew I wanted to hear
And I had to find you've got yourself another
To wed..to love...to be with
When you told me it would always be me
Well I guess we have reached our end
And I have this pain to prove it
And I hate it
The tears wont stop flowing
And your the reason
For all the pain and all the tears
Your what has brought me to this demise..
Your the reason I hold this blade...
Your the reason that brought me to this end...
My end..
The Joy of Midnight
The sun sinks and Dusk ends,
Awoken, surrounded by mist.
We walk alone as the thirst descends,
To fulfill this sacred tryst.
Descendants of Lillith and the night,
Dreaming of the Moon.
The victim falls into my sight,
To laugh, and make them swoon.
Malicious smile of pincer teeth,
The prey falls i'to open arms.
To pale as whithered, dying wreaths,
And succumb unto my charms.
Bloodless cadavers in my wake,
To confound mere mortal few.
This firey thirst I seek to slake,
At dawn return to tomb...
My life
(By Yuni)
I'm sitting here all alone
Without any ease of mind
Holding a pen written this with confusion
This is how i begin.....
Why do i feel unhappy
But yet I hide it so well
Tears always well up
But it never once roll down on my cheeks
Why can't I have my peace of mind
Always wondering bout what is plan out for me
Always feel scared bout what will happen
And always regret what had happen
Sometime I wanna know why
Why things don't go my way
Why must life be harder as each day pass
It seem more complicated, and sure i'm so confused
But i'm sure i'll make this thru
Cuz there's always light at the end of a tunnel
The sun will shine on me again
And it will surely chase the dark skies away
I know that someday, for sure
I'll be able to be myself again
I'll be able to fight this feeling
And have my happiness back again
This is how i let it all out
Now i wonder what makes me write this
Why do i sometime feel really sad
My life seem so complicated and contradicting now
Kiss from a Distance
Rolling thunder drawing near.
Looking to the sky, hope within you building.
Standing lone, knees weak.
What now lies ahead?
Look around the baron grassland.
Dying stalks of sun dried wheat, twisting upon itself.
Wind strong gusts, burning at your back.
Clouds you see gray, emptiness inside.
The color of your tears you think.
A blackened, scared heart.
Cast your hands up to the sky, demand your answers now.
Thinking back, a reminiscing drought.
Looking down upon blood stained hands, God I tried so hard.
Never giving up, filled so much with hope.
Her inspiration guiding you, your light, drowned to the wind.
Crying out the hateful words of lost abandonment.
Searching for your soul of gray, are you wandering for naught?
Eyes of sullen lingering thoughts, gaze up upon the sky.
The thunder rolling over head, aching for it's light.
One lone tree your only friend, out among the field.
Hold your hands up to the sky, crying blood stained tears.
Glazed eyes of miserable despair searching the horizon,
knowing she is there.
Deafening sound, the light cast down, embrace its warmth.
Looking forward in the haze, ahead you see her soul.
Why is she not happy, why does she wear a frown?
Once you said you loved me, was it ever true?
Dying embers of your heart now left to fade.
I would give my life for you.. because my love was true.
As I lay here dying, the light of thunder taking me.
Breath of sweet life leaving.
Darkness climbing, winning over light.
The devil at my back taunting.
Dear God, what have I done?
As I lay there dying, few words I can only say.
I loved you once, and that will always stay.
Hunting Shadows
I thought I could remember
a dream in which we chased
shallow imitations of each other,
afraid to say "wait," and discover
your mockup ambled a touch too loosely-
you never told me I strut so stiffly-
what have I said in my sleep?
If you would have dropped hunting shadows
of me, perhaps, I thought,
when I awoke, my languid fingers
would have smoothed your shivers alive,
and my knee would, before parting
your petal-thighs, linger in the moist cross
where each springy lobe of rear curls
to where your heat evolves into passion.
Instead I ran aground on reality
with a sickening lurch: the dream
I remembered, I had lived, awake,
and so, that night, your thighs would part
so only in dreams.
