Not a day goes by when I am not obsessing over Cardan's tail.
The Tsunami falls apart when your lips meet mine.
So ruthlessly cold and empty,
These bedsheets mocking my sorrow.
Hearing every tick of the clock,
Reluctantly gazing at the mirror,
Seeing nothing but a wasted potential.
Strong is the urge to feel the life drain out of me,
Yet the dreams keep me awake.
All the thrill left to be experienced,
And all the cities left to be loved,
Leaves me wanting to see the life play out.
Setting the regrets on fire,
A toast to the feeling of being alive.
Let's get out and wander to a new country,
Dancing to the melodies we can't revive,
Singing the songs one never hears again in life.
Falling in love with strangers you see on the train
Knowing you'll never see them again.
Loving the cafes you know you'll never forget,
Turning the pages of a mysterious book,
In hurry, whose title you'll forget.
And maybe when the thrill fades we'll realize how we were never too far from drifting apart.
Sinking my teeth in, the warmth of his skin,
I'm haunting his nightmares, taunting his demons,
I'm the creature living in his closet,
The whispers when the light goes out,
I'm the demon in his mirrors, the insanity he's afraid of.
Candle light dinner with cherries and wine,
The food stays untouched, growing cold in night,
Cause he's the one I want in my plate,
The one I want to dissolve in my wine,
Take him like my schizophrenic pills.
Serve him in my plate like the prey caught,
To fulfill the craving of him that makes me crazy,
Rip him apart for me when he crawls to me,
When he's on his knees, ready to worship me,
Keep him in the glass case and lock it,
Keep him struck in the house of mirrors,
Where he will only come back to me.
Jude Duarte be like:
Home isn't always a place where you live. Sometimes it's your best friend who wraps you in her arms and you know everything will be alright.
If I were to tell you all that hurts, if I were to open all my scars again, Oh darling would you let me bleed in your hands?
I have not much to give but I'll tear out my heart if you ask to hold it.
And when I told you I loved the city, you set it on fire. Now I'm afraid to hand you my heart.
So much agony in your heart. Offer me a plate of your pain for it hurts me to see you suffering alone. Darling, let me suffer with you.
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