September

September, 16th

An empty space left in my soul
Since you've been gone, I live no more
But I keep promises I've given.
So, I am damned, you are forgiven.
This empty room is left for you.
It's waiting if you ever do
Miss of this place, or, maybe, me...
I'll be there and will never leave.
This space is calling from within.
Remember us on broken field?
Remember emptiness inside?
Remember place we used to hide?
This Hell is waiting just for us
To tear away those hollow masks
We used to wear while we are here...
See you in Hell you don't believe.

September, 20th

;Giving in too deep and dark,
Passion leaves a scar or mark.
The air is thin, the trace has gone,
But I'll be holding on and on.
;There are dark clouds upon our graves
These scars were killing all your grace
;Two darkest hours before the dawn,
But still we can hold on and on.
Am I pathetic in your eyes?
But, still, I see through your disguise.
Now you're the Martyr, I'm a clown.
You held me on and on... and down?

September, 23rd

There is no pain I seem to fear,
The ending feels just almost here,
Gets to the point like a ram...
So, are you ready as I am?
We never seemed to be in touch.
You used me like I was your crutch.
You knew I loved you. I still do.
However, I'll get over you.
But every time I see your face,
I know, you're nothing but disgrace,
But still I know I bear the cross
That I'll be nailed to. Such a loss.
Sometimes I want to scream all night,
Get drunk and get into a fight.
You know, sometimes I want to feel
That everything I see is real.
It's all because I can't tell truth
From darkest lies, to just get used
To stand a ground I have to stand.
But... Have to? I don't understand.

September, 26th

Kill me, I deserve it most.
Suffocating, hard to breathe.
Look. See? I'm completely lost.
Since you've gone I hate to live.
Down and down I will decay,
'Til I finally leave this world.
Once I've led myself astray
And now I face eternal cold.
Scratch me, 'till I bleed it out
Hurt me more, I want you to
Suffocating, can I shout?
Hurt me like you always do.
I forget what we've been through
I forget you mean so much
I forget that it was you
But can't forget I was your crutch.

September, 27th

It's all unfair to kill the love.
But is there Heaven up above?
I guess it's not, don't ask me why.
So where love gets after it dies?
Well, love IS Hell. You want a prove?
Remember, how it hurts to move,
Just to move on when love is gone.
It hurts like Hell, hurts on and on...
Relax, I mean, there is a hope.
But it is hanging on a rope.
Swings side to side, and can not leave.
I've lied to you. Did you believe?

**/09/2011