I stare blankly at the blackened sky
Holding the black rose and its needles of pain
My hand bleeds
My heart dies
My souls weeps for you’re not by my side
The blanket of sleep obscures my tired soul
Freeing me from the lesions you’ve made
Drifting me into the world of the unknown
My hand turns ice
My heart burns dry
My soul fleets from its home
Still i hold the black rose and its broken thorns…
Free me from this agony
Burn me to ashes
Release me from this misery
Let my soul run wild
Let my soul break free
Dont imprison me with thoughts of you
Dont take away my sanity
Heaven grant me oblivion
Of the rose that touch my heart
Let the fire consume me
And my ashes break free
And leave the rose to where he should be
The bright orange fades into black
Still I lie on my bed of nails
Drowning myself with thoughtless words
Insipid to what the world still has to offer
I fall into the depths of melancholy
An abyss of anguish and remorse
The black ceiling of lonliness consumes me
Aching to feel your soul
The bright orange faded to black
Still I lie on my bed of nails
The silence gores my hopeful heart
The ashes of oblivion plays in my troubled mind
I fall, fall in the depths of melancholy
An abyss of maddened streets and long-gone hopes
I burn with tears of angst and pain
Embracing the thorny black rose that you are…
Light flickers in blank eyes
Mourning for hope
Weeping for compassion
Obscurity covers the maddened streets
Sanity is but for the wealthy
Ours is the maddness of the world
There is so much life in those stark grey eyes
lined with pain and strife
So much life, so deprived
Running with hands stretched out
Can’t anybody see us
We are falling,
We are crying in the arms of pain
Can’t anybody hear us
Living among ruins
Caught up between life and death
Fragmented body of reality
Lesions of the past and the new
Souls caught up in an abyss
An existence of tyranny and questions
There is so much life in those stark grey eyes
Lined with pain and strife
So much life, yet so deprived
We are standing up
We are wiping our tears dry
We run for our salvation
Our wounds are healing
Our existence claims its sanity
Our life is ours to own
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my dear friends take time to help those in need and those in pain… life is given more meaning when we start helping…
Marianne is my SEO boss… She calls herself “Miss Boss” and claims that she is just so perfect… *lol* Every now and then, she gives threats on firing me and she persistently expresses her privilege, as danish, that she could just slap me around for no reason at all *grin*. She loves making things up and aside from her danish rights, she loves creating an entirely creative story of her life whenever she meets one-time acquaintances… She recently told me, that for every taxi driver, she has a different life story. Yesterday, she was married to a pompous 40-year old man with 2 kids. The other day she was married to a woman… She is such a character and I don’t think that the world is ready *lol*…
A funny thing that I need to mention was a taxi driver said that she looks like “virgin mary”… Crappy things said by Filipino taxi drivers with nothing to say to a blond foreigner… Well, she has been rubbing it in the entire day and maybe she’ll continue doing it for the next four months… Anyway I told her, how can she even start believing that she is like virgin mary when she is not a virgin anymore *lol*… That is my best rebuttal for her virigin mary look alike crap so far and I’ll come up with a better one in the coming days…
In-spite of our cat-dog relationship I am nonetheless happy to have her as my boss and as my friend.. We have so many things in common… She will be missed a lot when goes back to Denmark (one thing I would never admit to her because she will only start bloviating about her so called perfection)… The first thing I’ll miss, will probably be our drinking sessions and second is our daily ritual of messing each other’s life up. Just this lunch she just told everyone that she doesn’t trust me with food since I might poison her at some distinct point in time… Humor me…
I guess that’s it. That’s a quick peep into my so-called employee life… In the coming days, I’ll be writing more about the people I’m with, just to give you an idea on how I spend my day at the office…
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