Soundless Screams.And he sank in the sea of plausible words;only the anchor of mistrust holding him bound.Holding on, he cursed gods and promised lords,what'd happen had it been the other way around?Bitten lips and slumping eyelids haunt his mind;or what remains after the utter devastation.Sanity and eternal aberration have entwinedin order to give birth to merciless frustration.Can Earth be suffocatingly boundless?If so, then he can be free.Can screams be loudly soundless?It seems that his can be.
StoriesOne day, darling, we will be broken and oldThink of all the stories we could have toldThink of all the stories we can tellWe will know we have lived our lives wellFor one thing I can already vouchWe will sit together on our couchTalk against each other with loveWe will fit each other like a gloveWe will know what the other wantsWhat our horrid nightmares hauntsSit against each other, hand in handNot everything went as we plannedWe will tell our children what we have doneWhat victories we did and did not wonWe will tell that not only the end mattersThat a journey can always end in shattersWe will tell what we could have toldBut those paths are now old and coldWe will tell what we did actually doThis journey, experienced by me and you
Screamed her pain.I'm tired and I'm a basket case of pity.Don't look at me.Don't talk at me.You can't see me.I want to close my eyes and invade in my inner city.Don't dare wake me.Please hold onto me…No… you can't see me.Yes you do see me…I'm so blind that I'm chaotic.Wake me! Embrace me! Please!Can you really see me?I do want to go to bed.I'm so weary…Hold me please…Notice me…No.You can't see me…Don't mock me…Please help me…I won't be able to speak of logic.I am emotional.I can't feel me.I can't hear me.Please…Look at me…Don't fret, and just hold me.Please… even though… we can't see me.