Akasha, 17 listopada 2012
I know how it feels to go to the point of fear,
When you have to escape
The breaking point,
Fragmentation of mind
I’ve experienced torture
Of the worst kind
Of body and of mind.
Now the voice who tortures me is my own
Your hateful voice stopped a long time ago.
I cannot ever forget your words
I live by them.
Destroying my own world
Piece by piece
I rip myself apart
The voice in my head is never quiet
You put it there
Now it runs riot
Its never quiet.
I live my life by your words
Project disaster
I'm terrified of myself
Of this voice.
The ultimate weapon
Catalyst to my own demise.
I live by your words
I cry
I live by your words
I lost the will to try
I live by your words
I slowly die
I live by your words
I hide
I live by your words
I end my life.
Akasha, 16 listopada 2012
Stop injecting the clouds
The never ending turn of the wheel
The throw of the dice
The recurring earthquake beneath my feet
Stand me on the solid ground
Eyes focused
With hawk like precision
Bounding through life
Like a Roman candle
Set the sky alight
All the colours of the rainbow
Cascade from the sky
Falling embers glow
Just like fireflies
Who painted the sky
so beautiful
Streamed with glitter
It reminds me why
I don't just give in
And end this life.
Akasha, 16 listopada 2012
See him there with all his false faces
His empty promises
Poison deceitful tongue
The snake he hisses
Slips by
All his faces in tow
Showing them off
No one blinks an eye
He flaps his meaningless lips
With no soul
They are all deceived by him
I'm not.
Akasha, 4 stycznia 2012
Happiness is
Knowing you're not alone,
Knowing its infinite,
Feeling true unconditional love,
Being free,
Being you,
Being true,
Not telling lies,
Looking to the skies,
Knowing where you came from,
Being home,
Learning the truth,
Teaching others,
Growing,
Ascending,
Marvelling at everything around you,
Feeling the earth beneath you're feet,
The wind on you're face,
The rain washing away you're fears,
The fire incinerating the dead making way for new life,
Happiness cannot be bought,
It just is,
Happiness is everywhere,
Feel its embrace.
Akasha, 4 stycznia 2012
Shoot me please
Let me become paint on the wall
Bang
Crimson rain falls
Lets end it all
Let sleeping dogs lie as they say
In the sky
Lies
Full of lies
Peel back this fake façade
That’s all that’s left
Lonely little lies
A fake exterior to mask the overwhelming pain inside
Filthy moth eaten lies
My disguise
A perfect mirage
I’m not even here really
This body is not where I reside
That place is unknown even to me...
So all that’s left in the end are
Blood soaked lies
Bleeding from my eyes
I fall down and pray
For them to take me away
I am done with it today
And tomorrow
And forever
Rest in peace my friend
We will undoubtedly meet again
I love you
But I have to go
As above so below
Akasha, 4 stycznia 2012
Sadistic
Pulling my strings
Merely for you’re own pleasure
Feeding from my weakness
My tears fuel to the game
Am I being a good enough puppet for you?
Didn’t think so
Pull harder
Really see me unravel
The more I break
The more you smile
The whole world is the stage
I’m just the puppet
If only they would have given me a mind
Maybe I could pull the strings
Make a beautiful symphony
Play it out on the stage
So everyone can hear
Make them realize
This lie they all have been living masquerading as the truth
Just imagine the look on their face when they really see behind the projection
All the cogs in motion
Cleverly disguising the turmoil that lays within
The imperfect world
The dark core
Cold and destitute
Always seeking more
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