Questions and Rebellion

How many more nights do I have to spend fighting Anger?

How many more days do I wait to feel safe?

How long will it take before justice is done?

Should I vanquish alone in this hell hole waiting for my day of revenge?

Should I keep crying for the lost that is never coming back?

Should I keep away the tears and smile?

Where do I find trust where everyone is a bounty hunter?

Where is victory when I take it away from another?

What is freedom when my mind is controlled by another?

What is the line between reality and truth?

Why should I wait for my turn when I may never see it?

Who is guilty and who is wrong?

Will I ever get the answers?

Let me out before I get drown in despair

Open the doors for me

Set me free and I will find my anwers.

I am bound by a world of lies and manic greed

I am fighting a battle within me

Between desperation and anger.

Like cancer the bitterness is spreading inside me

I look for relief in darkness

I stay awake looking at shadows

I wait for the first ray of dawn

I look for tranquility that I felt in my father's embrace

I am looking for comfort that I will never find.

The making of a fashionista

The making of a fashionista

That little spot of yours, nice and pretty

A little pull here,

A little scratch there,

Stretch it up and show it off,

Pale and flashy in black tights!

Coloured it black and hide it

Under that flimsy Little thing

And make it look nice

Now jump, twirl and spin

Keep moving.

No one will ever know

That underneath the Little thing

Lies the black spot of a marker pen

An invention of a ‘fashionista’

The knight in dull armour

Here comes my knight
Wearing tatters,
Short and fair
With a thick wallet
Filled with business cards
That has come to nothing.
Not your usual tall, dark, handsome and rich guy
But he will do as long as he makes the bed,
Wash the dishes and cooks for me.
That's my man!

Abandoned

In this prison, I cry for the ground to devour me
My heart is broken,
My dreams are nothing but a nightmare.
With crippled hope, I have been left in this darkness.

Hear my cry, comfort me with your arms.
Do not turn away from me.
We have seen each other bled,
We have shared a morsel to keep the hunger away,
We have walked together
The same path which you are so desperate to cover.

Put away this agony,

Take my breathe with you when you go
And let me sleep in silence.

For there is no spirit left in me.