your lyric...

[weigh down]


The light has gone away
Where is your hand
To save me from this cold

I wander aimlessly
A world full of nothing
Is breaking through my eyes

I got to take it for granted
The emptiness start bleeding deep inside

Take the one I extend
Please take my hand
Why do you hesitate and do not sweep this pain of mine

Another look in your eyes
A trace of silent cries
The dream is gone I’m paralysed and pined away by what I’ve seen
[The dream is gone and I can only feel its cracking scar]

Oh, I feel I’ve lost controle and now you’ve gone away

If you’ve got nothing to say
Then it’s hard to tell a story
Without repeating constantly

And with every forlorn word
You seem to fool yourself
With dreams that’ll never end

All the deadpan eyes around me
A vision carved into my broken mind?
 
Originally posted by Morpheus
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And with every forlorn word
You seem to fool yourself
With dreams that’ll never end

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especially liked the part above.it reminded me of an exceprional lyric by amorphis:worship:

"so lonely to wander,so sad to be alone,in the mists of the unknown,trying to fool myself with dreams than never come true..."
 
psssst somnium: don't say that aloud, i recognized it, too, unfortunately.;)

though i don't think i'm going to change it, i wasn't aware of that when i wrote it, so....

cheers
 
Originally posted by Morpheus
psssst somnium: don't say that aloud, i recognized it, too, unfortunately.;)

though i don't think i'm going to change it, i wasn't aware of that when i wrote it, so....

cheers

oh no worries,it happens:p
and to clear up any misunderstandings,i didnt mean that i liked your lyrics because they resembled to the Amorphis ones,but just that reading them i remembered those lyrics from the Tuonela album:rolleyes:
 
ermm....these are not lyrics quite....i dunno what they are,actually...
this is somethinf that popped into my mind very recently.it aint even got a title.anyway.

Inside a familiar darkness,
i let myself be swept away
by a violent murmur
I grasp my heart in my two hands
I wish i knew how to smother it
I stack my dreams,my fears,
all my agonies in a corner...
Waiting...For what?...
A small win,a great loss...
My cat is chasing butterflies in the dark
and i...am seeking a small death,
dizzy from the lavender scent under my pillow,
tossing and turning regularly,
to find the appropriate position
to accept tonight's nightmare...
It's unbearable,the weight of this doubt,
when you feel,or,better,when you want to feel
that you're not yourslef anymore...
...that you render...
and from above,high,you see how wrong you were
all the way
It's easy when you're looking from up,high...
Too late to go back anymore,
keep on the way
that,haphazardly,you chose in a vague dream of yours
and no matter what,
you know that nobody cares(when you're gone)
You lit the match of your stake
on your own...
and with a hand hypnotised and arrogant,
you waved everybody away
As it were to see the sun better....



:cry:
 
and another one,which has got a title:

Memory Condemption

A few drops of water on a large,green leaf
and more and more
Small,shiny reflectors of different life
It's raining
the perpetual joining of Uranus and Gaia
To remember the primordial circle,
to rake up recollections rotten,
long ago...
recollections that nostalgically come into view
on the most peaceful of our dreams,
there do they belong now...
I feel that everytime it's raining,heavy like this,
some kind of Catharsis is taking place.
The vehement,blind water is falling manically,
decided to wash off our dirt,our rotteness,
our badness,our lie,our hate,our misery,
our mistakes,our weaknesses and our smallnesses,
our morbid consciences,our arrogant,laughable Ego,
all that we wish to leave behind,scapegoat memories
-no,i must not remember,i never must have!-
like a second Saviour and take them with him to the ground...
I feel the rain calling.
Outside.
Get out of your convenient,little house at last!
stop insisting on observing the world
from the inside of a vitrine,
Wake up!
Said someone and hushed.
I'm going outside.
Relentless the rain on the shoulders,
tough on the doubtful face.
Now it's my turn!
feeling dizzy from the scent of the wet grass
Ans sunddenly...you're an animal out of breath,
with sacks of salt.
Rain,take them off me!
Hold on..they are sponges,SPONGES!!!

[The whole concept of the above,is based upon a story for little kids,that says about a merchant that used to carry salt on his donkey to the market.The donkey was smart and everytime
they crossed a certain stream,on their ay to the market ,it use to pretend it stumbled,so it fell inside the stream.the salt got wet and got absorbed by the water so its bags got lighter.
the merchant understood the donkey's trick,so one day,he put sponges in the bags instead of salt.the donkey"stumbled"again and fell in the stream.the sponges absorbed the water though,so the bags became heavier than ever.That was the punishment of the smart donkey.
:) :cry:
 
medication, medication,
burnt my soul for recreation,
sang dead meat to a glazed reflection,
cursed and prayed and lost direction,
woke redressed to a chronic persuasion,
history repeating taking the piss again,

imbalances trigger evaluated suspected lifelong struggle
 
sorry if the sons of soap have said the same before, but i'm losing hope. running out of hollow dope, you don't know the score, you stay on the top. broken ankles and naked feet, a throat strangled, an empty seat. i was thinking i could cope living on the shore but the waves, please stop. running aground birds that crop my small patience store and my telescope. attention starved and you deceit messages carved on empty seats. sorry if the sons of soap have said the same before, but i lost all hope.
 
so now i won't admit, so now i won't dig such a deep pit, so now don't come near again. again you fail to drain my pain so i choke once more on old habits. your eyes inside out, your tongue giving out news that lead the way. i'm close? it's false at the end of the day. they betray still you stray from my path as i pass away.
 
raped near the fountain where the end comes in dreams. a wonder of a sort may become exposed to interfere without reason. blind in the centre with only enough sight to watch the darkness spread. when the numbness sinks in, it is accompanied by the crashing waves of a untainted sea.
 
i will slowly rot in this place, i will watch you scratching my face, i will not show any sign of pain until i'll be hidden in a train. then i will let you know how much my will is steady and stubborn so you'll feel my hands grab your heart and i will kill.