into the fire

welcome...
welcome to the sanctuary of bleeding eyes
welcome to the house of discourageds
welcoe to my dream of desolation

trails on my eyes filled with blood
my hands lost the fight against yours
first drop of pain reached to the ground
with the spell of anger, i have lost my way
perhaps i wanted here to stay

i looked your eyes waited the sign
you were the only decision to get out
vacant replies as if a cruel turn down
 my heart belied my pleasure, i couldn't hide
miserable eyes of the flame cried my tragedy

my searing hope flowers is the soil
of diamond rain and pearly clouds
echoes of windy darkness shatter all the time
my splending moon and injects the pain in
i'm lying , i've darken the desolate years

perverse, somehow the reverie could end
even honored by your lie kiss
do you think i could stand you forever
do you think i would love pain forever
what easy is to to feel my cold feelings done

contrary to my desires, i can abstract myself
i wonder why you are still in here
but i won't blame...
event to your cruelty
welcome...

seasons of suicide

in the rain of feelings i was imposed silence
under your reign i am restricted to mortal visions
will i blind to see this forever
as i wither like flowers, shed my leaves
i am getting out of this pleading entity
i can't see my pleasure died here

now that rejection is killing my hopes
find no reason to live forever
as the leaves of my flower wither
my mind creates scenarios to die
how a fatal season, slaughtering my nature
as seems a new dimention to me

do i fear from that breakdown
absolutely i do know to hide
my sadness, i holding in hands
it seems a courageous decision
for most of my humanist feelings
i am far beyond my expectations

i'm searching

i could hardly gather my hopes
wanted to know what is my will
yet don't have the enough courage
to see my reality, belied myself

still i couldn't imagine
this would be dream or real
my memories become solid
within the infinitive borders

i am an abstract entity
better i would live by myself
to search this unknown being
i'm searching myself...

integration

down in the magic of numbers
i crown all the calculations
your function is so complex to be described
the rays drift me to your infinity
i need more limit to define you

i calculate all the integrals
and deem the remaining stables
i integrate, i integrate to ken you
yet my mind paralyzed by that unnatural question
my spelly equation

your irresistable combinations
draw me more into the land of integers
tell me a way to curtail your infinity
there must be a fifth operation to solve
my knowledge is so weak for you

but my easygoing logic could perceive
all the answers are (seems to be) you
nothing left but to accept your postulate
all the answers are you...

imaginations

all i have to do is play my role
even i hate that character
with a darkness i was surrounded
a soul remained behind tired
my spirit could hardly get out
i recalled myself, rewinded the past
this silver colored scopic cells
dived into an illness, as if cancer

i hate my life as a color element
so easy to lose, no matter who lose
i walk alone as i mostly used to be
through the shapeless divisions of eternity
when the visions become transparent
i would be far beyond the imaginations
noone could be over that but me
by my magic of sacret feelings

surrender (noble dew)

i cried the rain over the night
she felt down together with my noble drops
a tragic return to her weary kingdom
who should embrace her but the lofty plants

she used to have dreams
of getting out from her miserable ruin
a little optimist but not realist
she was the princess of that fiery land

she slept silently, dreaming silver love
over a rose she lies as a last wish
was dressed in the dolors of death
strange enigma ended up with tears
my be-all and end-all surrender

survey (rejection of the dreams...)

'sunset, th sun disappear as night begins
the street lights illuminate the street darker
well seen misery behind the crumbling pavements
how helpless those hands, i recall my sadness'

where's your utopian dreams
don't you have feelings to express
if only your amnesia wouldn't be contagious
i'll remind you're nobody without your horizon
keep your receivers open for sweet tomorrow

'i'm beside you, but considered as a shadow
why don't you have me, see my weary eyes
as mice i live, as Angels i'm innocent
i know my pain sleeps for the next day'

why you blame your destiny
i know this pain ca't be forever
but there will be a time you'll be exalted
suppress your desires for dreamy sweet tomorrow
(to be forever in where you belong to...)

dreaming april

melancholy of the feelings embraced the night
April, reflecting all her depressive thoughts out
to get out from all the reality she's living
without knowing if it would worth to desire

her sanity released the wings to fly
to the places...she always dreamt to be
all the seconds created lies for her
that she would never reject
all she need was to be loved and admired

she was convinced of the might she has
she played a little game to herself
but confused by the feelings, yet too novice
to take her place in that theatre

as she felt down in that reverie
she became more succesful in her role
as if she was playing the role of her life
actually it was her life
all she need was to be loved and admired

soon

far away from the weird nights
i seem to be alone as ever
but i won't be this night
won't be tonight

soon...
i'm releasing my last breathe out
i wonder will i leave my sorrows behind
all the visions of this city plays with me
i see nothing is faimiliar to me
but my paper coiled nicotine

i should clear up my mind
why to blame my mirror heart
if only dreams are for my tomorrow
for my future

soon...
my spirit will create ghosts
i will shape my feelings
i can hear the sound of desolation
i think that was the sound i want to hear
i will shape this night
as least i will see my misery
when the lies becomes me..

'do i need that satisfaction
i have seen this magic before...'

tears of the sun

smoke spins like little vortex
as it hypnoticize, gives a little pain
i have never dreamed that sin
and it is so hard to say

when the morning wake up gloomy
i've heard the sound of darkness
i saw my fears were the truth
within the clouds, drops as mirror
reflected all my perfectin down
i lived the second birth brightly

i should have known this
my exquisite creativity withered
what a funeral like ceremony
now it is so hard to say

did i lose my might to shine
or the magic of dreamcreator
as you suffer by my gone
i will be on my way through the eclipse
whatever that hurts to say
goodbye for the next Sun day...

weary steps of life

to lose my senses
i have plenty of pleasure
all the colors of my mood are black
and i'm sitting inside

of melancholy and all drama
written for me
my weary eyes still searching
i am searching an answer

how i could control myself
the tears are drowning me
hard to say any word
i have lost my speech

i keep my dreams in my head
to feel that dark embrace
i would live all these again
when i'm gone,
even to a fatal nightmare

simple satisfactions

were the days that simple
did i really need to hurt my past
via an objective glimpse on my reality
i see i was altered

now i'm losing my character

will i be so simple
beside my little expectations
i drained the feelings i imagine
when i bacome strong enough
i would drift away

the time withered in my mind
seem to belie my optimist view
i need an eternal emotion
to express my complex entity

as if i need a simple satisfaction

painful goodbye

sharing the same seat, she was sitting beside
feary attempts, if only the hands would met
feeble, silent, the words seem hard to get out
if his discourage would turn him down again

he stumble out of the spelly words he create
she replied kindly as if she also expects
a long conversation followed, many things to tell
but the seconds competed to bring her from him

and then last stop, the doors opened slowly
that must be a sign to express 'she had to go'
he tried to seize how he would say?
a momentary paralyzation, was it hard to stay?

she got out and walked therough the night
he looked behind the cruel windows, crying
then she looked back, once the eyes met
both regret but too late, it was too late

like Gods & the tears

many times i saw that tragedy
incurable my feelings, i'm losing my memory
weary, painful...yet too sane
i crown my lonesome
i change my feelings against love

when that makes me stronger
i dive more into myself
as otistics, i am in my own magic
Angels offer a deardy courage
in order to relieve my spirit

when that makes me stronger
i feel the wind of my wings
within the strange mixture of dreams
i've left to choose my own way
to survive to the furthest lands

as ever time's the wing of my dreams
simple winds could drift away
so i am alone by my tears

on the edge (edge of sanity)

my visions correlate the extreme sorrows
when my mind create dreams for me
i opened an access to my gloomy entity
i see my real character is down
now i am simply an observer
of the magic in desolation
yet i don't know where to destinate

vortex of my fiery profound thoughts
mislead me to the symmetries of life
on the edge, i felt centrifugal
a betraying ray could cease my cadence
this sharp sight of torturing marble grave
would tempt to dive inside that clinging fume
to remind all the scars, and my oblivion

night's farewell

the night farewelled the last voyager
through inside the headlights of dreams
how his weary eyes could see this magic
all he need now is a plain memory
he will sleep tonight, sleep all the night

he's too optimist, yet what a memory
well seen combination of the dark colors
as if that is the dread protrait, his mind painted
he knows this what should be
he sleeps, he sleeps a long midnight

as the seconds compete, dream never ended
he became conscious but he was still sure
he would face up with the smiles of daylight
even the headlights still dancing for him
what a deep slumber, he's drown tonight

then he felt warmness partly on his face
he's convinced as if the morn awaking him
but was just a tear of forlorn night
it tended to explain (the sun passed away)
he cannot believe this, won't believe
now who could tell him the sick reality

'he still stands towards his half opened window
a slower kind of wind kissing his face tenderly
he thinks she will rise again, will born again
if so why should the night farewelled him'

eager to sadness

i always left a door in myself
the simle courages were the keys
it was an imaginary room of my world
where i had my desolation in

i regret for my yesterday
incurable my fate, how she will alter?

every second is my suicide
i only live for my sanity
yet sometimes little lusts have me
even to my feeble inert feelings

i ignore i loathe my spirit
incurable my fate, how she will alter?