Ringing

to hear those words
the words expected
but that sudden ring
that was way to quickly
the longest seconds of my life
i've heard a ringing noise
what does that mean?
i don't understand
but it was soft and painful
and it went away just like that
and i told the whole world

Phase 1

so much pain to explain
so much reflections to see
so much hate to feel

is this really true?

sometimes you don't know
sometimes you don't assume
sometimes you don't feel

really am i so numb?

the words i hear
the words i see
the words that come to me

so much inspiration.

i see desperation in you
i see determination in you
i see commitment in you

so much admiration

phases are meant to be
phases are more than one
phases are part of life

all those faces

all those eyes that stare
all those souls who dare
all those lives that i take

Pleasure to me

it makes me smile to be hated
it makes me happy to not hate
it gives me pleasure to feel pain

darkness and final phase

this is the end
this is the fire
this is the real pain

now let's find our rest.

falling apart

even though i'm happy
this place is falling apart
when will someone give up hating?
why hate so much that you give up your life?
hate me so much that you can put a curse on me
hate me and make me smile
i will never hate anyone back
i'm pure forgiveness for such hate
and no matter how hard you try
your curses will never take me to hell with someone like you.
though i will not assume anything i doubt i will accompany you

Sky

i look up and there's nothing but sky
i feel the fresh air hit my face
and i keep walking knowing where i'm going
but just really lost in thought
creating holes in my life are my thoughts
forgetting where i was is the key role
forgetting where i'm going is something i wish
time will end up being everything to me
because the only thing i know for sure
is that one day i will have to die no matter what

Tears of an artist

The tears used to paint.
Perfect pictures are the productions.
Smiles and emotions are set.
sometimes it feels so dark
but it's always art
sometimes it's a mess
but it's always respected
how well can he do?
pour everything into one thing
and see what happens
abstract or reality
he gets to decide.
so what do you think?
what can you see in his soul?
does it take every breath you have away?
does this dedication poison you?