Walk Away

Stupid
Stupid
Stupid

they make you dance
and you're afraid of standing still
they make you sing
and you're afraid of remaining silent
they make you smile
and you're afraid of 

what?
What are you afraid of? 
Why don't you send them to hell?
Why don't you just walk away?
What are you standing there
dancing
singing 
and smiling 
like a bloody idiot?


Stupid
Stupid
Stupid
you are. 

For Good

Carrying a heavy smile on my face

I swim in this enormous lake of sorrow

trying to reach the moon

that is shining upon my cursed soul.

The sun has long stopped shining

and the water is getting cold

while the weight of my darkness

is pulling me down. 

My legs will get slower

as will my heart beat

and I will let go

for good.

Promise

Yes. I'm making fun of you.

Yes, I enjoy watching your cries for help.

No, I don't care. Why would I?

Just stay put. It'll be over very soon.
I promise.

Kiss Me

We enter the stage

and the plot says we should be kissing passionate

but we suddenly start punching each other

and kicking each other to the ground

and scratching and strangling and slapping and

hurting each other and

blood spreads on the floor

and we slip

and hit our heads

and we die together in a huge puddle of blood

and nobody knows why.

Foresee

I'm not afraid.

It's more than that.

I predict a very black future,

where I run and run and run and still never reach the right place.

I predict pain and misery.

I predict loneliness.

I can see the hole

I'll be buried in alive.

I see the sand that will surround me.  

I see the brightest darkness and I wonder

what to do to avoid it.

 

And wondering I sit here

looking at your beautiful eyes

your friendly smile

and remain silent,

as it is too hard to explain.

 

Shadow Soul

There is this cute little girl

with her honey-brown eyes sitting on the floor.

She loves drawing things:

birds, houses, people,

stars and clouds-

Everything she draws is black.

There is no pink, no blue, no green.

She was born with a shadow in her soul. 

Dance for Life

So you dance

and dance

and turn the music louder

so you won't hear the clock ticking

and you stamp your feet on the ground

as if you could make the earth

stop spinning.

And you sing

and laugh

and drink

and jump around

as if time hadn't gone by.

And your eyes carry this heavy eyeliner

which is framing your tired little red eyes

and the make-up is piling up in your little wrinkles

and your feet hurt so much from the high heels

and you know

but won't ever admit

you're getting old.

Fool

Tell me,

what have you done?

What good is it?

Anything to be proud of? 

Or just a sequence of meaningless days?

Just watching life pass? 

Watching discovery channel, 

drinking coffee from a Starbucks mug and

waiting for life to be over?

Tell me, 

don't you hear the clock ticking?

Don't you see it's time to wake up?

Don't you see you're a fool?

One and Only

So when you face death

you kneel down and swear everything

and promise to change

and you regret

and you beg for one more chance

and you feel like if you get the chance

you'd do everything differently.

And once you got the chance

you simply forget.

That's why death usually doesn't give second chances.

Bitch

You are not the one

you are the other one.

The one who waits for hours 

for him to answer your message.

The one who can't make plans,

'cause you're always plan B.

The one who must always look pretty and happy,

otherwise he won't meet you anymore.

You are the one who must make him happy, 

who must do all these things the first one doesn't.

You must be patient and charming 

and always wax your pussy 

and smell like sin

just to wait for him.

In the meanwhile you're the one

who is slowly losing

parts of your soul

parts of your will

parts of your self-respect

being the bitch

your own personal bitch

screwing yourself.