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Torn Feathers

Gone in your puzzled eyes
Your mind steers astray
Just for the lack of touch
Not only on my flesh
But what’s under it
Silence is a brick wall
Keeping you out
Keeping the pain in
Press on the clothe
We built up this gate
Dividing the home
We once called ours.

Do you think we still have a spark of a chance?
A spark of a chance to save it?
Before it’s too late?
Or is it too late already?

Torn feathers
For all the angels we have killed
The sour feelings
That we can’t make sweet again.

Sand is on the slip
Turning the hourglass
Illusion of the illusory
It was never my intention
To hurt you
With the way I’m hurting
To try to squeeze
The last drop of this scarpered love
Is this cup really empty?
Have we really given up?
I need your touch
To feel like you still feel for me.

Do you think we can save it?
Do you think we still have a spark of a chance?
Before it’s all over
Or was it over long ago?

Torn feathers
For all the angels we’ve mistreated
The darkened feelings
That we can’t make into light again.

So is our future now nothing?
Nothing that can be done to fix this?
Are you done?
With this?
With us?
With me?
Are we doomed?
Never to love or forgive one another ever again?

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When art meets extreme painful feelings

Erased Completely

Here, here is where you left me
Here, here is where you threw me away
I kept on waiting, even when you said it was over
I kept on waiting, hoping you would change your mind.

But this life is so fucking miserable
And this life is so fucking unfair
I know I hurt you, I know you hurt me
But don’t you ever think that I didn’t care.

Don’t take my feelings for less
Don’t you fucking do this to me!
Don’t take all we lived for nothing
Cause you know damn well that I loved you intensively.

Here, here is where we left off
Here, here is where you cut me off
I kept on waiting, like a canceled TV show, hoping to be renewed
I kept on waiting, like sudden death, ‘cause now I’m mourning.

But this life is such a fucking joke
And this life has put me to the test
I know I hurt you, I know you hurt me
But don’t you ever think that I didn’t try my best.

Don’t take my feelings for less
Don’t you fucking do this to me!
Don’t take all we lived for granted
Cause you know damn well that I loved you intensively.

All thrown away
Every fucking thing that grew inside my heart
Thrown away
Why should I move on and begin again?
When you’re the proof that love goes down the shitter
All your hate and indifference, tears me apart
Damn my life, I cannot stand having lost you
Please, release me, pull the trigger as you cut the cord.

Pathetic as only I can be
I always knew you were gonna end up hating me
Pathetic as only I can be
You swore, crossed your heart you were never gonna be my enemy.

And for what?
All this life is only a lie
Where I longer exist
What’s only left’s to rot and die.

Ms. Him Mr. Her

She doesn’t need any friends
Who the hell ever needed any?
You know she can depend of herself
Except when is required another’s opinion
She can do it all on her own
Never seen anybody so damn independent
It doesn’t matter the days she feels alone
She can disguise it all with a forced smile now.

Sometimes she wishes to feel the rain
Other days she prays for the world to burn
She can be at the edge of the end and not fall away
But I know to the center of it all she can never return.

She’s never ever truly wrong
Except for the moments she doubts herself
Don’t dare to give an opinion of your own
That’s an offense she will never forgive, nor forget
Don’t you know she’s the queen of her world?
Who the fuck needs a king when she can do it all?
It doesn’t matter if you truly have fallen in love
She doesn’t need your goddamn affection or empathy.

Sometimes she wishes she wasn’t born
Other days she prays for the world to disappear
She can be at the verge of a breakdown and still not mourn
But I know that when death is so close you can only fear.

She’s doing so much better in her head
While her actions only dictate how she’s losing her mind
“You and I, yeah, we rather be dead”
That’s what she whispers when she’s tired of being kind.

She gives her body and soul to strangers
Cause those are the ones that will forget later on
She risks it all without a fuck about the dangers
And she’s gonna do it all until the day that she’s finally gone.

This is for my soon to be ex-wife. I know she won’t read this, but I have to get it out.

For Everything We Cannot Talk About Anymore

I dreamt we spoke
I dreamt we spent time together
And all the differences were set aside
And all of our problems didn’t put up a wall.

I dreamt we spoke
I dreamt we laughed together
And all of our differences were put down
And the problems with each other became obsolete.

It was so beautiful, and it was so nice
It was like we healed and left the past behind
I swear to God I never intended to hurt you
I never intended for us to end up like this

I dreamt we spoke
I dreamt we were friends again
And all the differences were things of the past
And all our problems were buried deep under.

I dreamt we spoke
I dreamt we had a good time
And everything that made us be away from each other
Was something we were matured enough to deal with.

It was so beautiful, it brought tears to my eyes
It was like we forgave one another and left the past behind
I swear to God I never intended to hurt you
I never intended for us to end up like this

Why can’t we talk about it?
How come we end up hurting again?
I wish I had the strength to be a different person
The betterness you seek back then.

No matter how much time passes,
no matter how wide the distance is,
It still hurts like it was yesterday
I cannot forgive myself for how insufficient I was
But now it’s far too late,
we have locked that door
Now there’s no room for repentance, or
For everything we cannot talk about anymore.

Amanda White

Bohemian Gypsy

Red is here for you baby
Red is here for you boy
Whenever blue doesn’t want to
You can run under my sheets.

I don’t think she suspects anything
When you say “I’m going down to the bar”
All just to see me at stage singing
“How I wish for one day to become a star.”

I can watch you from here daydreaming
Hoping that you take me down to your car
You can bring me home, anytime, darling
But it can only be compacted disc or digital.

Scarlet is here for you honey
Scarlet is here for you boy
Whenever blue is too busy to
You can chase behind these skirts.

I don’t think she even notices
When you leave and start up your car
All just to see me at stage singing
“How I wish to get to distances so far.”

I can watch you from here staring, leering
Hoping that you take me down to your place
You can bring me home, anytime, darling
But it can only be in form of a wave or a cloud space.

Yes, honey, I’ll play along
I’d even “meow” for you
By the end of this song
You’ll be barking for me.

So as long as this album keeps spinning
Baby I will be yours for the taking
But as soon as this long play skips
You’ll find out that there are more than a few hiccups.

Baby, how are you gonna break this bread for her, honey?
Baby, how are you gonna tell her that you’ve found something else?
She’ll leave you with no pride, no house, no shame and no money
Before you realize that this bohemian gypsy have just cast you a spell.

I don’t know what the future holds but one thing is for sure I’ll keep on writing. This one is from Amanda White

Archipelago

Category and distance
Those are the rules of being polite
I’ve never met anybody
Quite as honest, as harsh as you.

You shine like a star
You are burning
You’re hot like lava
And I’m melting.

This is building a bridge
To places I’ve never wanted to go in me
I know we wanted to turn our islands
Into a sweet paradise, into a big archipelago.

But you’re ticking on like a time bomb
And I’m the putting up the hours
There’s no switch to turn the senses off
So the sweet is turning sour.

Residues of an apparent lifetime
Like ghosts of an abandoned habitat
We could’ve been so kind
But instead we only brought the bad.

You shined like a star
You were burning
You were hot like lava
Until you melted in.

And the house we were edifying
Didn’t have a strong foundation to withstand it
And now it’s time to close down that door
And in all sadness, leave you right behind it.

Cause you came like a match reaching me
And I’m a jasmine scented fuel tank
And with your fire, I burned and burned good
So now I cannot allow myself to keep on corroding.

So it’s time for our souls to take sail
As our hearts, hopes and dreams to sink
I’m now deciding for our winnings and fails
And you can think whatever you wish to think

But its time…
It’s time to be formal
It’s time to be strangers
Back to gaps and silence bits
Back to feeling somehow unfit.

Time will help me forget about all the wounds
Time will help me forget all about you
Time will only tell if we will remain friends
Or if inside my pain I’ll whisper “screw you.”

Dismembered Paragon

Your consequential temperamental ill behavior
Have no consciousness of the consequences on hold
Countdown to the sequential numbers on the clock
You’re five minutes past the point I would’ve explode.

You erected this iron stronghold, bolts and locks, on your own
But with the scraps of all my belongings, left of this warzone
I’ve gone MacGyver and built a tank to bring that fortress down
So you better tell that acerbated self-confidence to hide under your gown.

Was it better when you had big flapping wings,
To blew me over and fly above me as you laugh off manically?
Was it better when you gave me cement shoes,
And left me standing through all the bullshit storm propelling?

Your insufficiency’s unswerving to your serving needs
And that’s a logic that could only be product of a nescient being
It was foolish to provoke the rattlesnake while in its apparent apoplexy
To appease his exasperated ire your skin must be exuviated.

You open up this giant gap, lava, pit, and everything
So I held to my faith until I end up believing in nothing
I’ve come to embody the Jesus’s metaphor to build a bridge
To raise a million hellish minions army to reclaim what you had promised.

Was it better when you had your magic wand,
And you waived it and “Alakazam!” everything was it your disposal?
Was it better when you had me at your dragging feet,
And you could step on me and I’d not doubt the status as spousal?

Well, who would have thought that your hound dogs would come back the collect their debt?
Give them what you owe, for the pact you have signed, with the blood of our unborn offspring
Enjoy the lethal injection that growing old gives while sipping heavily on your glass of urine flavored wine
I’ve no emotion remaining of the vexation you left in brewing in the office of your contractual larcenist.