Final Resting Place

Crackling sounds from the burning fireplace
Moonbeam through the dust on the window
Worry is sleeping in this gentle air
Peace settles in, a quiet house where we belong

The earth below is overheating with hate
But we have our ears spoiled by a lullaby

Down there,
thunders are roaring
tired shoulders are carrying buckets of water
blizzard is freezing children’s tears
many people are carrying the weight of the world

We are here laying down
Waiting for the next soul to arrive

Over The Horizon

Will the stars still be in the same position
if she told him how she feels?
Will the future be let out of the ocean?
Will the dust be swept from her mirror?

Before the boat arrives and takes him away
And the old man comes to read her all her mistakes

Questions bubbling inside
While she sits on the warm sand
Under the soft orange milk twilight
She looks over the horizon and asks
“Is it time already?”

How much longer can she wait?

If I Have To Be Honest

Are you there?
Am I being spied on?
Is somebody watching while I’m typing?

Say yes
Cause I want to tell you
About my wishes
About what’s holding me back
And I want you to know
I want someone to know
That I’m too afraid to state my dreams

A long list of dreams…

I’ve been keeping these desires at bay
Too much of a coward to look at them in the eye
And yes, this has been keeping me safe
But nothing good comes from it
This room has made me too comfortable
I’ve become too good at not caring

This has been going on for too long
I want to get out

But I can’t stop the images from painting themselves
of what might happen to this loser
who doesn’t know much
of what’s the worst that could happen
I’m not built for any of that
Besides,
I can’t leave this mess without anyone knowing
There’s too many wrongs I have to fix here

So I have to stay
I want to stay

Gentleman

He’s a psychopath
Dressed in apology
“What does your heart say?” they ask
“How can you tell?” he asks back
His big smile attracts money
His words are romantic poetry

Shoo the dark clouds
The sky opens up
And a ray of light shines upon him
“Look! An angel!”

Freezing cold December
The knife found its way to the woman’s apartment
Now buried deep inside her flesh
More of his masterpiece

Flickering light on the hallway
In a distance there’s a scream
And him standing there
With an old man on a wheelchair
Blood streams from his empty eye sockets
His mouth wide open, straining his wrinkles

His basement a slaughterhouse
They’re gagged and bound

But we all love him
King of the lonely
Beautiful mind unstoppable
Such a rare specimen

Let’s lock our doors
But not our hearts

A Letter from a Traveler

I come from the future
Here to tell you
That what you now know
Will be no more

I was raised in a city
Where the fake becomes real
My senses dull and wit blunt
Glass walls expose my heart
Because where I come from,
everything is transparent
And everyone’s gotten greedier
Thirstier
Masks are for the weak
The naked roams the street

No one fears death
No one counts their days
Glitter on our eyes shows no remorse
We find comfort where moral’s transformed

Memories are stored within numbers
Each and every one in an instant
Easily deciphered
Easily deleted

We all dance above our grand achievements
Blinded by arrogance
We are tired, but we keep going
Our feet hopping on the ruins we’ve created
As if unaware of the trails of blood cross lining
We have forgotten a lot
But we act like we deserve to make our own laws

Now you need to hold on to the good
Because it is scarce nowadays
And be strong, the bright hearts
The worst has yet to come