Whisper_Loudly

Something I remembered from The Interpreter...

THE GUNFIRE AROUND us makes it hard to hear. But the human voice is different from other sounds. It can be heard over noises that bury everything else. Even when it's not shouting. Even when it's just a whisper. Even the lowest whisper can be heard - -over armies... when it's telling the truth.

The Space Between - Dave Matthews Band

You cannot quit me so quickly
There's no hope in you for me
No corner you could squeeze me
But I got all the time for you, love

The Space Between
The tears we cry
Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more
The Space Between
The wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep safe from the pain

But will I hold you again?
These fickle, fuddled words confuse me
Like 'Will it rain today?'
Waste the hours with talking, talking
These twisted games we're playing

We're strange allies
With warring hearts
What wild-eyed beast you be
The Space Between
The wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep safe from the pain

Will I hold you again?
Will I hold...

Look at us spinning out in
The madness of a roller coaster
You know you went off like a devil
In a church in the middle of a crowded room
All we can do, my love
Is hope we don't take this ship down

The Space Between
Where you're smiling high
Is where you'll find me if I get to go
The Space Between
The bullets in our firefight
Is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you
The rain that falls
Splash in your heart
Ran like sadness down the window into...
The Space Between
Our wicked lies
Is where we hope to keep safe from pain

Take my hand
'Cause we're walking out of here
Oh, right out of here
Love is all we need here

The Space Between
What's wrong and right
Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you
The Space Between
Your heart and mine
Is the space we'll fill with time
The Space Between...

27th Birthday Tattoo?

What Hurts the Most

Something from Rascal Flat:

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house, that don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry
Every once in a while even though goin on with you gone still upsets me
There are days
Every now and again i pretend i'm okay but that's not what gets me

What hurts the most, was being so close
And having so much to say
And watchin you walk away
Never knowing, what could have been
And not seein that lovin you
Is what i was tryin to do

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere i go
But i'm doin it
It's hard to force that smile when i see our old friends and i'm alone
Still harder gettin up, gettin dressed, livin with this regret

And Still I Walk On

So my dear pathetic readers
There's nothing more to say, for I've given up fighting and now I'm lost.
I don't know where I'm going, though I can see how far I've gone.
My back's to the future, my hands clinging to the past
Walking blindfolded, fingers frantically clutching all that brush past
All my senses numbed and retire
I rest my head on damnation
I speak with a voice unrecognisable even to myself
I sing a song I thought i knew but the lyrics get in the way
My body's no longer mine and I can't face the skin I'm in
I despise my desire, I reject resolution
I banish all mirrors, afraid to see the reflection staring back at me
I break the glass, hoping it will break me too
But yet here I stand
Everything still ardent on living
But how do you function when all inside is dead
Zombied I tread on, voices edging me on
Spurning me with their distaste
Into hard walls I smash my face
Bloodied from the lengthy journey but still I walk on
Hoping to find the next exit to my revolution

Be My Messiah

Lying close beside you yet it’s not enough
Feeling the warmth of your body
Smelling your skin
I’m drawn to you like sin
Taking me in

And though I’m still and apart
Confused with this mindless beating of my heart
It yearns for the slightest touch of you
Yet wait is all I can do

Thus when you draw me in your arms
I breathe in all your worldly charms
And so I fall helplessly into the fire
Take me there, be my messiah

Sweet, are the lips you press to mine
Never had I imagine you be this devine
My fingers entwined in your hair
Willingly trapped throwing all rational in the air

Sing your low tune, I crave your moans
Take me please, make me your home
Whisper all your thoughts to me
They whistle down my neck,
They set me free

Play your fingers on my breast
Surround the curves and let them rest
Enveloped in your desire
Hold me close, set me on fire

Reel me in, take everything
It feels so pure, how can this be sin?
Beads of pearls form on our skin
My dear messiah, make me your queen

White Linen Sheets

White linen sheets lined up one by one
Hoping to bask in the glory of the sun
A moments neglect and then they’ll be
Soaking in the rain of misery

Stain with confusion, cold with shame
They dry and cake with nothing but hurt
No use is the next hour of repent
Left are the spots of resent

Tired and worn they cover your bed
Seeking refuge they cradle your head
Holding you close tasting your skin
A moments tenderness is not only what they need

Laying down they open their hearts
Drawn to the smell of you
Oh please take them in
Yet all you do is walk away, leaving the bed in disarray
How they cling and sing you praise
Oh all you do is walk away

Prepare the solutions!
Bring out the scrubs
Wash these wounds, rub in the salt
Tear at their skins
Come wash away!
Remove these bruises
Come wash away!

What is left is nothing but holes
White lined sheets you don’t have to fold
Throw them away!
They have no feelings
Throw them away!
They’re better of dead
Since all you do is walk away

Freedom is on Holiday

A fist full of coins with no where to go
I stand at the bus stop with fake resolutions
Unsure of the distance and where it leads
I breathe in full farce and I head out

Shading my eyes from the heat of heaven
I climb the steps of sin and beyond
Removing myself from its hard stare
Into this world
My new home

Darkness prevails and coldness preferred
I live alone where all is absurd
I created this place and therefore I roam
For needed I am, in no place at all

Like the creepers on a garden wall
I wait in corners until he calls
And like the morning glory all purple and pure
Craving a light touch from his glory rays
I wither when picked, then crumble and fall
On stain sheets where nobody cares

And when I wake I am alone again
No sounds I hear, for all is dead
Thank goodness my heart you’ve forgotten to beat
For a minute there I feared that you might bleed
From all the disappointments I fed you
All the shame
Thank goodness my heart, you’re accustom to my deeds

Yet attentive are my ears tonight
Any slightest sound warms my delight
A little spark to tingle my hope
In this frightful kingdom, my only rope

I try to climb out of this hole
My limps, they move alas my heart holds me back
I slide
I fall
A life of regret

And still I try to stand again
But then I hear his call
Oh how easily I sway
For freedom is on holiday

In the mood for SIN

Since I'm still in the mood for sin. Thought I share more thoughts for this blasted new year.
Some of my dear pathetic readers have commented before that they felt my blog was depressive and such and such.
And a few days ago, I was thinking to myself.
Nobody knows who I really am.
And then it hits me. This blog is who I am
Depressive, Dark, Demonic.
That's me
Born in the wee hours of a cold Saturday morning at 12:01 am on the 12th of January. Though I was 11 hours late to the doctors, I arrived right on time.
Welcome me world
I'm Your's truely
Darkness
12
The devil's new number

I, Lucifer

Lest the explanations be lengthy..

There are so many things I want to do, and yet I don't know which one to do first or which one to stick to. Maybe thats the drawback of being creative.
My deduction for the start of 2007 is, now we know why Satan fell.
He started to think.