Some Wood On Fire

I burn the old wood to be warm enough
so I can write this with no pain in my hands
although I was about to write something completely different
this hit my head and now I have to take it out, before it hurts
somewhere along the way, I forgot to grow up
guess it was not necessary at the time
that's why the shock, the glow and the gaze
something different that I took the only way I knew
and it did some good to someone isolated
even when you always look at us as dumb kids
nothing you can assimilate even going in reverse...
and absolutely nothing we do will prove us otherwise
even if those actions took us to unwanted results
on those short periods of time when all that we learn
differs almost completely on what we came here to learn
my guts tells me, I'm always been on people's blindside
and actually it's ok
tough not so fine when your mind wanted something else
and got a lot it did not deserve
and a year from it had ended
the good, the bad and the ugly have passed
we forgot all that we don't need
though I'm still working on it
walking back slowly to isolation...
seeing how blindly I barked at the wrong tree, long time ago
a crying game in reverse, totally upside down
then I'll see a lot of what I could set on fire
and I should burn them to the ground, for my own sake
leave all that room for the fresh which comes with no price tags
I'll be blocked, I'll be banned, I'll be forgotten as well
it's necessary, and I'll embrace it
cool stuff needed for my own redemption
these kids knew new stuff
and got older with a lot to mend
it does not matter whatever the rest thinks or not
as far as I'm concerned
we all will be exploited
as far and as long as we can hold
as long as our diseases will allow
kids and their mistakes will go somewhere else
new stuff in mind
just forget we've spoken, forget who we are
it won't make any difference at all
the world will not change
just perhaps the words we use
and the tunes we play...
wood gave up some time ago but the pain it's gone
now candles are about to faint
and my own ink is running dry
no more to say except farewell
and keep the practice, ignoring it all

Steal Away Some Time

It's the dawn of the tenderness
it's about how much time we lose on each others eyes
the movements of our hands filled with finesse
about time to break the bounds and tear apart the walls
now we can figure out what are we doing here
and we know I won't last long
the time we're steeling will be collected sooner or later
please, this time will not have another chance to live
let me be closer, let me hold what's real
and spit my pain on what's not
let's enjoy the quiet just before we feel the need to run
before the absurd reality rolls it's indifference in
let me breath the only smell which I can saturate myself on
allow me to watch that smile
you know I'm pleased yet I'm nervous from all this
because I know you don't believe me
and such thing kills

Please stay with me a little more
I can walk slow no need for a rush
or I can keep with you a little further
though I've experienced the departure quite often
I couldn't never get used to it
please let me steal away some time
allow me to peel the general pain
inspire on all I get when I see you smile
to reach what I want when you walk to me
damn, I'm gone, with no turning back
the chances were lost I know
I never saw the open window
because of being staring fixed at a shut door

Guess there's no improvement here
we will always talk of dull things
and I will always play it dumb
biting my tongue and messing up words
praying for something I'll never get
but please stop for a moment
I truly and deeply want to feel what I missed
I truly know for sure
we'll never meet again
and the memory of our faces will rot
courtesy of time
don't go just now, let me kiss you
no hurt feelings, You and I will walk away

I'll leave with solitary peace
you'll find joy on every step you take
the world will not notice, they haven't yet
our paths are different, though I want to see you shine
we both could try to remember something
out of a rotten memory
It will no longer be truth
It wasn't you, I was not there...

Almost Dawn

All the road has been odd and dark
now that we're here, I need to ask
this destination was expected to be like this?
For me, the grave looks too damped and dark
I know, I know
the user wouldn't have a nice sleep if there's any light
keep the pace
alter your face and turn up your heat.

Actually I don't know where on earth we are
you just drove me here by instinct
by some sort of strange knowledge
by some soft energy flowing trough...
I don't give a damn anymore.

Both of us need some rest
but on different places
at least from my side
I need something that looks like a bed
because I know both will have the darkness we need

you know, when logic its the first to lie
and trap you on its nests of trust,
you've tricked me bad
even worse when you can't even spit a word
well I only know one thing for sure
you will have your rest before I do.

Somehow you smile at me
and I feel vitalized, even if you can't move
I'll keep looking up for a kiss of yours
looking up for that thrill
“kissing a gun's mouth with bullet in chamber” thrill
the only thing I could get addicted to.

Do you feel it?
Dawn it's about to break
I can feel your excitement
even when you are not going to see the sun again
the night is as deceiving as logic is backstabbing
I can only forge my courage to see the sunrise like this.

Almost every part of my body
it's damn below of it's normal temperature
and what its left of my heart is pumping less blood
but I'm still thinking on that damn dark grave
at some point all got us here, the only thing I could do now
it's to kiss you farewell and drive.