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Killing MeBeing with you is killing me.
I am falling in and out of love with you,
time and time again.
Like air in lungs
IN and OUT,
I am sorry.
I just love you every beat of my heart,
and it only beats when I'm with you.
But how can I help it?
If being with you is killing me.
Hear meHey there, can i pass by a hundred times in front of you
at least that way you might notice me that i exist,
but then can i also smile at you?
so you can smile back at me.
Hey hey listen,
I have something to say
your smile makes me happy
your voice makes me sing, sing, sing.
I've been always looking at you from afar
trying to catch your attention
but you're surrounded by many that no matter what I do
I always end up here
looking and dreaming for you.
It's Everything For MeAm I asleep am I awake or somewhere in between.
I cant believe that you are here and lying next to me,
Or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined.
Like branches on a tree, or twigs caught on a vine.
Truly, madly, deeply I am
Foolishly, completely falling
And somehow you kicked all my walls in.
So baby say you'll always keep me
Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you.
Should I put coffee and granola on a tray in bed,
And wake you up with all the words that I still haven't said,
And tender touches just to show you how I feel,
Or should I act so cool, like it was no big deal.
Wish I could freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this,
or put this day back on replay and keep reliving it
Cause here's the tragic truth, if you don't feel the same
My heart would fall apart if someone said your name.
I hope I'm not a casualty.
I hope you wont get up and leave.
Might not mean that much to you,
But to me its everything
The Darkness Takes Time. I hate birds.
Serpents always crawl out of their eyes.
Lice fall from their terrible heads,
Fire scaling out of mouth,
Every bird, terrible.
Grotesque beings walking amongst those who can't see,
Odd deity's for the sinner's devilish worship,
Odd methods for the sinner's dark sacrifice.
Deep chasms instead of eyes.
Basic horrors out of every nightmare,
Another slash to add to your others,
Darkness at it's finest..
Follow the first Letter down. ^.^ Something will show up, did you see it before I pointed it out?
If you did, then the darkness is an old friend, huh?
De ManneligoAnte lucem primam quondam,
Ante aves incipebant cantare,
Mulier trolli gentis lingua falsa iuvenem
Pulchrem in matrimonium petevit.
"Mannelige, Mannelige, ducisne me
In matrimonium pro quod do te?
Enim tua uxor esse libenter volo!
Audi meas verbas, dice certe vel nolo
Dabo te duodecim equos magnificos illos
Quos ibi pascitur in sivula
Nonumquam sunt sellam imposti
Nonumquam habuerunt frenos
Dabo te duodecim bonas molas
Quas stant inter Tillum et Ternum
Facti sunt de aere rubro,
Rotaeque argentatae sunt
Dabo te gladium auratum,
De quindecem anulo resonat.
Si feris id in proelio,
Semper pugnam vinciet.
Dabo te tunicam novissimam
Nitida optima causa vestiendi est!
Non suitur cum acu et filo
Sed de nivessimo bombyce facta est."
"Libenter acciperem tuas muneres
Si mulier christiana esses.
Sed pessima trolla monte es
De subole diabolis et daemonis.
Trolla monte saliet ex porta
Uluavit et clamavit magna voce:
"Potesssem habere caellebe pulchrum,
Liberaremur ex meum tormentum!
GreeterAll damnation be amazed
How quickly I contract
The ebb from open wounds results
As I forced to interact
She sways in place on chain of lies
And bleeds the words of agony
Upheaval in our short combine
As tears in fragile sanctity
She gains no peace from captured crowd
Whose courage dwindles steadily
A fading comfort in the share
Or knowing how to be ready
She tells how with a whip and blade
Presenting fact and title
Will deem you worthy of the place
And grant you leave of rivals
She shows from screams and open graves
The acts a failure ends
Depression fled from glassy eyes
As punishment suspends
Curse eschew down to the bone
Instead cut at my veins
My body given up its fight
Its royal lines in lanes
But she is one a prisoner
Grounded with texts arcane
She merely sends her burdens West
With scarlet setting flames
And in that light resigned am I
Entered through shaded veil
To meet the greeter without choice
Describing my face pale
With warnings held like blazing brands
In fingers red and
LuminenPäivärinta kukkuu, on hänen sielunsa susi valkoinen,
joka pakkasella juoksee läpi metsien lumisten
ja saapuu sydänmaille laskussa leiskuvan illan
haluamatta muuta kuin ylittää routaisen sillan,
jonka takainen häntä kovin kutsuu ja kiehtoo.
Ei tuuli häntä kääntymään saa vaikka kuinka se riuhtoo.
Hän on kuulevinaan laulun syvältä jään takaa,
eikä hänen askelensa kivellä ole kevyt tai vakaa,
ja hän muistaa isänsä, joka vihassa hänet kieltää,
kun tie kaartuu, mutkittelee ja askelten alla viertää,
eikä hän ole mikään siltä itseään salaamaan,
eikä mikään mahti maailmassa saisi häntä palaamaan,
eikä hän pelkää, että askel vielä lipeää,
tuska jonka hän tuntisi olisi vain hetken kipeää,
eikä hän pelkää kastua
008. Gateway (Orpheus and Eurydice)He holds the light before him,
Chasing away the pestilent air,
The flame exposing scattered bones laid bare
In the cavern dank and dim.
He nervously picks at his lyre,
Feeling her breath on his skin,
Contending to resist the impulses within,
As the Gates of Hades draw near.
Orpheus! Oh, Orpheus! How could you have known?
That the struggle to redeem your lover from death
Would leave you remaining alone?
The sunlight streams in from the gateway,
And Orpheus quickens his pace,
Eager to see her sweet face
Glowing in the warm light of day.
He sprints from the foul lair of hell,
And turns, but alas! all too soon!
Eurydice gazes out at him from the gloom.
Slowly, she vanishes, with a final 'Farewell.'
His heart swells, a grey ocean wave, and crashes on the shores of despair.
Orpheus! Oh, Orpheus! How could you have known?
That your anticipation would betray you so traitorously,
Leaving you utterly alone?
The people from page twenty twoHe woke up in the morning while she was still asleep
Coffee marked the beginning of another vapid day
Got the paper, skipped the news, 'cause he knew where to look
At page twenty two the cure for his loneliness lay
He skimmed through the page and there it appeared
It was capturing his sight and covering his view
It seemed like it was written just for him to read
Then he left the house with his mind at twenty two
She got out of bed, at least an hour late
A lukewarm cup of coffee soothed the taste of stale bread
Got the paper, read the news, skipped page twenty two
Escaping the reminder of the secret that she had
At page twenty three she knew how guilty she had felt
That the person she was lying to was the person she once met
Leaving everything the same felt like torture to her
But the burden of the secret was even greater than that
Late at night when he got home he couldn't hold himself
He was not surprised that she was late, once again
He passionately wrote down all the feelings he had
Nor Ever Shall I DepartIn this place I do abide,
a place where angels fear to tread.
Here they do not dare to stride
although the demons all have fled.
Once they all did wallow and hide
in this lair where they were born and bred.
But I uttered the predominant chide
I govern here instead.
A place He built of stone and fire,
a place deep within the earth.
What for them was torturous pyre
is, for me, a home and hearth.
In this home I feel no harm,
though its fires made others weep.
And its brimstone will me embalm
as I lay me down to sleep.
-"Nor Ever Shall I Depart"
La balada de Tomoko Kuroki
En un rincón sombrío
De la oscura habitación
Combatiendo su hastío
Viendo la televisión
Tendida sobre la cama
Está la niña Tomoko
El yaoi que tanto ama
Le tiene sorbido el coco
Se oye jadear su resuello
Con la amargura en el buche
Sobre la cara el cabello
Cubre ojeras de mapache
(Le pasa factura su vicio)
Que se la pasa encerrada
Sin un pequeño resquicio
En su existencia enclaustrada
En la prepa se lamenta
Y se siente ninguneada
Bulle dentro una tormenta
Acuciada por la duda
Obligada la pregunta
Que se ha de formular
Ella gime y barrunta
-¿Por qué yo no soy popular?-
Una idea se le comparte
Se le ocurre de repente,
Si la vida imita al arte
Acude a su mejor fuente
-¿Qué no sé yo del amor?
¿De los romances de escuela?
¡Triunfaré con gran honor!-
Dice la ingenua chicuela
Quiso entonces que su vida
Fuera como en la ficción
Cada lección aprendida
Le dará la dirección
Para que al final
One Last ChanceHis thought of getting ready for anything,
his thought of getting succeeding.
Abusing the power and knowledge
was the biggest wound to bandage.
The missions that he proclaimed
for him it was easy and game.
Now he imagined to be a king
but imagined to be nothing.
He felt wrong and hurt all the time
and felt losing the happy moments and time.
Watching his failures from the beginning
was full tears that has no ending.
Now he accept all that failures
with all his heart and fame
but some people won't stop laughing
laughing at this same human being.
He tries to climb the mountain filled with his dreams
and tries to put back the life that he seems.
All his failures and pains was gone
but that one last chance was also gone.
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