The Drowned Ones

we move together
we move towards the sanities and the maladies
crumbling upon the night like the waters falling behind our backs
trembling into a pit as dark and lonely as the enemy's heart
for it is he who is dark and unprecious
he who is younger and inexperienced
and it is he who dreams of power and death
power and death which he cannot use, does not know how to use
does not know how to squeeze to obtain the fruits for a new life

it is us, my dear
alone
and together
who will substitute the menaces in our lives
with the hopes in our minds
all the way to the thrills of the heart
all the way to the ruins of our love

we move together
we move through the forests and the plains
through the rivers which have caused us to drown as many a child as st. christopher would have desired
would have longed for
so long as our stories reach the end of the world
so long as our threats are undenied on holy land
we shall torment the poor
we shall conquer the damned
we shall do all of this until there is no more thirst to be quenched
and we shall move on
we shall move on to other territories
move on to the depths of this world
move on until we bleed all of our love on virgin land
for those stains will be visible for years to come
never to be washed away by mistake's tears

I will never forget...

... Jeanette McDonald!

Where / When

every time i say something to you when you are asleep
you really are asleep
every time i cry
you are never looking at me

why aren't you spying on me when pretty girls walk by and look right through me?

and what's the point in telling you about all the letters i've never finished just because i dont' want you to read all those corny words?

and how come when she asked me why i loved you so much... how come you weren't there listening to me. i was so drunk i can't remember, but i wish i could.

and tell me why you went away without me.

tell me what you are doing.

tell me where you are...

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... when i miss you.












Thanks to Alz.

Appendix

i know you can do it.

The Last Wish

so here we are again
my lover, my friend
one more year and time is still present in our scars
we should remove ourselves from our histories, from the pages that beg to be torn from our book
i sometimes believe this will be our year
but what does it mean TO BE our year?
will we stumble and fall once again?
will we let our desires run amok and keep on hurting ourselves like a dumb tradition only we pretend to understand?
or will we do what is right... for everybody?
that's the problem when two troubled souls cross each other's paths
they always expect the other to cleanse the soul that has long been prey for love, the carcass of the heart
but in the end we know the truth
we know what we feel
how we feel
we deny reason, for reason does not make sense when mortals love as deeply as we do
we deny everything but hope
and that is our saddest truth
that is what keeps us alive
holding the eternal flame of time and illuminating the damp cave we refuse to leave

as i blow the candles
as i make a wish
i am sure this will be our year

Scales

when i'm nervous, i scratch my arm
i've done it since i was a little boy

sometimes i don't want to speak in public
sometimes i don't want to be in a certain place
sometimes i just want people to go away

if we cross paths some day, and you happen to be with him
don't mind the shreds of skin on the floor
and please keep walking

The Knot

do not kill a man when he is aware of his sins
do not hold him when he is sure he has loved from within
do not pray for death when life is to blame
do not eagerly wait for the heart to be tamed

do not pin hope to the wall like a butterfly undead
do not cry when you feel your life is a threat
do not kiss the night away when love is forgiven
do not cry from the altar of madness undriven

do not fire the bullet which is lost in the crowd
do not play with the thought that will scream oh so loud
do not turn to your hate when love has grown cold
do not please the maid when the lady is old

do not eat from the flesh that your body has made
do not turn to rage when the young start to fade
do not cure the priest when his sins feel forlorn
do not cut the rope when the tie is undone

do not walk in the rain when you still need to run
do not follow your dreams when the dream has long gone
do not pray for death when life is to blame
do not eagerly wait for the heart to be tamed