Your Heart Is Getting Colder, Let Me Be Its Holder. I Am Just A Rover So Let Me Be Your Shoulder.

I don't believe in heaven or hell but if there's a hell, I'll meet you there.

The girl in my dreams

Silk cascading down her arms,

Her sweet laughs like a prayer,

The mystery girl in my dreams,

Why don't you pull me in forever?

Eyes as deep as void, curls flowing in the midnight air,

She gives me a fickle stare,

Then disappears into the waves.

My heart you have taken, my mind bewitched,

Don't taunt me with your absence,

When you disappear without a trace.

I would let you drown me deep below,

If you promise to never let go,

The waves closing in, I would never protest,

For my heart was yours even before we met.

Land Of Lost

Carcasses of memories where her heart belonged,

Ashes of words where her thoughts corrode,

Dreams spread out on a silken cloth,

Just to be washed away by the storm.

Rocks of love in the pendant she worn,

But what use is it of when her lover's gone?

Hopes written and collected in a jar of glass,

Only to be broken and thrown away in trash.

Her melodies like a forgotten tune,

Played on an abandoned broken record,

Waves residing where her eyes belonged,

In the end she was the oceans favorite song,

Carried away by the waves to the land of lost.

To: Heaven

For: My Darling

Skyscraper of glass, bluish hues of dawn

Fever dreams mid-november

Memories lost in the winter strom

Whispers of mist on my window

Ghost of your touch haunting my dreams

Your reflection on my bedroom mirror

Yet when I blink you're gone.

Ocean of grief drowning me to its heart

Stay for a little while, my sweet darling

My eyes have gone dry, no tears left

Show me mercy, even if it's fickle

I'll fall to my knees, gazing at heavens above

Strings of our heart intertwined

Yet we're two world's apart

Come back my darling

Or expect my arrival.

I hear the whispers of your thoughts, even when you stutter I know what you feel.

Look at me and let me read your eyes. I'll let you haunt my dreams.

Home isn't always a place where you live. Sometimes it's your best friend who wraps you in her arms and you know everything will be alright.

It's painful when your pain begins to feel painless....

-Sloth

Would you still love me if I was a phantom dancing in the castle you stumbled upon accidentally, with my blue dress flowing like a river and my hairs billowing in the midnight wind? Would you still love the apparition of me after 1000 years I waited for you? Would you still remember me...

I hate when the voices around me fade because I cannot stop wondering if i even matter.

And maybe when the thrill fades we'll realize how we were never too far from drifting apart.