Jude Duarte Be Like:

A Careless Mistake

Strolling too deep, wilted leaves under my feet

I wish to run, scream and hide,

Yet I wander like a lost soul

My footsteps so quiet yet I can hear it behind me

No use to turn, it'll be gone until I find it.

My eyes so dry, I'm holding back tears

Yet I cannot show it my weakness,

It loves the sweet taste of my fear

It is addicted to the scent I leave behind

I wish to skin myself alive.

Calling out to me, it mocks my bravery

I hate myself for running into it's territory

It won't let me go until I'm on my knees

Begging for mercy it will never lay out for me.

I'm falling too deep as it creeps towards me

I know it has caught me and I'll never be free

The prison awaits me, I'm nothing in it's domain

I'll never be grieved cause I'll never be found again.

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

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.

I was never a human. I was just longing and melancholy that was shaped into one.

And now my tears won't stop because I'm melancholic tonight. Because I feel incomplete tonight.

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.

A Wicked Dream

On the drenched grass she runs

Her hairs floating like forgotten memories

My eyes couldn't focus

Am I in a lucid dream?

Crushing the flowers beneath her feet

Darling step on my heart

My ribs tearing under her feet

I'd let her rip me apart.

The flimsy mist covering after her

I dance in her trance

A mesmerizing sweet laugh

She's made of lilies and charms.

The haze is getting deep

I wonder if I'll ever wake

Maybe I've strolled too far

The voices fading away.

I could listen the whispers

Now I follow and wait

She'll either guide me back

Or I'll be her willing prey.

Flesh and Stars

Wandering around she circles the woods

A wolf on her tail, her scent of musk

Filling the air, the truth lies bare

The soulless eyes, mirth in her grace

The wolf is blind, it trusts her facade.

A starless sky resides in her eyes

Her lips tinted red, like a plum she ripe

Though her youth glimmers, she is rotten inside.

Stalking her steps, the wolf comes to a stop

Lilies withering like corpses, shadows lurking behind

His composure faltering, he turns to run

But the wolf is caught in the fangs of prey.

Teeth sinking into his flesh, her grip never relents

Her lips tinted with blood, her clothes stained with sins

Devouring his flesh, crimson dripped off her hands

Eyes snapping to those of the dead wolf

Both of them devoid of life

Leaving him to wither beneath the stars

She stalks out of the woods, looking to lure another prey

Never mourning the death of ones she devour

Yet she left a rose for him, to savor the taste.

Being Alive

So ruthlessly cold and empty,

These bedsheets mocking my sorrow.

Hearing every tick of the clock,

Reluctantly gazing at the mirror,

Seeing nothing but a wasted potential.

Strong is the urge to feel the life drain out of me,

Yet the dreams keep me awake.

All the thrill left to be experienced,

And all the cities left to be loved,

Leaves me wanting to see the life play out.

Setting the regrets on fire,

A toast to the feeling of being alive.

Let's get out and wander to a new country,

Dancing to the melodies we can't revive,

Singing the songs one never hears again in life.

Falling in love with strangers you see on the train

Knowing you'll never see them again.

Loving the cafes you know you'll never forget,

Turning the pages of a mysterious book,

In hurry, whose title you'll forget.