A heart, painful, and beating, beating
Poor, poor. Hope, just, just hope. A love
Hmm. Life is dark. Sometimes it is light. Shine
Hah. Flow. Flow. River. Deep stream. This life
Swamp. No wake up. Deep. Without love. My life
I don’t know what is coming up. I don’t, I don’t know
I can’t live. I can’t live like this. Oh, pain of life!
Hmm, what brings the next, the next day, the next love?
I want, I want to lose. Lose my life, I want to die
I will, I will to die. For the real, and great new love!
For a love
For the only!
For the real
For the eternal!!
For the infinite
Only love!!
Dead Love - Poem
Like the sunshine going missing in the shadow,
So is my love.
The darkest green in the meadow,
First blooming like flowers in spring,
Then buried like the loved ones in a funereal.
But my feelings are like secrets,
Never dared to be told,
Because of all the power they hold.
So I am left to suffer alone,
To fight the lion,
Or was my mind playing tricks?
Was this feeling an illusion,
Made by my brain,
I come to a conclusion;
Never did I know how real romantic love felt.
How it is to held.
Asking the flowers,
Does he love me?
Or does he love me not?
Something I don’t have to waste my time on.
He is long gone,
Doting on another,
Whose name is not mine.
- Emily Knoll
Dead love
So far that land in the past, memories of that forgotten life
Distance for the land of love, deleted imagination, sad priest
There is no marriage, an empty silently echoing church of love
Oh, God
Oh, God.
Dead love. This is the living vision of a dream – a far soul, who lives far
Clouds in his times turn into cristal, the pains are diamonds in heart
But he is alone, emptiness, just walking in the space of time, pure love
Oh, God
Oh, God.
Living love, and living death, shiny dark soul, his life turns into hate of love
But I love the love, can not get the dream of projection of my lady's heart's love
She is alone, walking in far, in time of space, my heart torn in two. Die
Oh, God
Oh, God.
Dead love, dead my love
Dead, I can’t give life to my love
I am dead, she leaves
She leaves, leaves, and smiling
She doesn't care about my feelings and life
Dried my eyes
Nobody cries.
Where are so many psychologists friend
The man’s life will be dead there
I wanted her, not the other women
But there are so many lady friends
Bad advisors. Our love is passed and dead.
His
love to
me is dead.
I scoff at it,
for it was nothing.
Had it any value,
I might place it as if it
were a trinket inside my chest
of treasures. Many came before him.
Others will trail behind his empty steps.
Those footsteps – like a ghost’s – have all vanished.
How can a ghost even have footsteps?
As I think more about him now,
I swallow a big guffaw.
He is not even worth
a tiny chuckle,
so how can I
even mock
my dead
love.
Love, dead love
I missed you this summer.
Cold, so cold
Winter is my mother.
So dance Dirt Man
I'm so alone this summer
Flesh to trash
your death is a cancer..
I watched you flee as I crumbled
wounded by your grace
So leave me dare not whisper
No room for mistakes.
SO DANCE NOW MR. DIRT MAN
Shovel her away.
Alone, so cold
Winter is my mother
No, hell no
I won't even bother
NOW DANCE, DIRT MAN
Fill the hole of another.
God damn not again,
The shovels all he remembers.
God damn what a friend
He buries all I remember.
So dance dirt man, She's in the hole and she's smothered
I'm not the little girl you knew anymore.
She's dead and you're to blame.
I watched her soul fade slowly.
I don't even remember her name...
You haunted my past life,
drove my wrist upon that knife.
But the fear gave way to hate.
We can't go back now,
it's too late.
Do you even know what you did?!
You tore that girl apart,
until she ran and hid!
I really did love you,
I know that much is true.
The first love I ever felt,
and maybe I still do.
But I can't keep getting hurt,
I won't let you treat me like this!
I used to have such joyful eyes,
now just a dark abyss.
I think the thing that hurts the most,
the part I can't get past,
is that I really believed that you loved me.
I believed that we would last.
I stayed and waited for so long,
but I couldn't take always being told I was wrong.
God knows what she wants!
She just sets my soul afire
To burn my inside!
Is it because my love died
On the way to her heart’s home!
You ran swiftly with my mind.
Stolen a part of my soul.
Did you just hear what I said?
This love has been dead.
Nightmare Before Christmas - Jack & Sally
Darling; did I tell you?
That you make my splintering bones feel
As if they had sensitive shocked nerves still.
In the frightening night
Your stitches have the appearance
Of rusting wires impaling coarse ice skin.
If we wander
Through the lively graveyard
The night still doesn’t illuminate
The death of anyone as elegantly
As it does you.
Your hollow eyes
Make my leather skin believe
I have live insects shivering underneath.
Let me tell you
That your rattling rib cage
Holds my deceased heart; beating again.
Could we find
A place in this nightmarish town
That doesn’t heighten the dead love
That you infect my rotting mind with?
Can you believe?
Years from now
Our legendary love
Shall be written amongst the earth.
For we are living dead proof
That;
Love doesn’t end with life
Those said words
hurt so much
like swords
sharp to the touch
Complication set in
all of this hard
like swallowing straight gin
falling down like a house of cards
Why say them when u know
it only makes it worse
words still there
now my heart feels cursed
Heart is in pain
eyes full of tears
numbness took over my Brain
I can't sense my fears
What a waste
I'm in despair
your lips won't be mine to taste
your touch won't be there
Eyes are cold
as the arctic air
my heart no longer bold
love no longer lives there
Those words you won't say
eats me alive
no escaping to get away
no way for love to survive
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