cynje

I'd like to meet:

"He"
God has given him a private piece of life
and he hides within it
and covets every corner.
When he sees a multitude of people
and faces their many-faceted, endearing emotions,
his minds' eye turns his own heart
towards only himself...
and within himself he sees
the all of existence.
He listens to the melodies of real being
and hears not its harmonies
nor its' rhythm.
His heart cannot find itself.
The mothership of his soul has no captain.
If his reasoning and understanding
could bask in the sunlight
they would cast
no reflection.
He hugs, solely for the purpose
of feeling himself being hugged back.
His kisses are accompanied
by a distant void upon--not within--
his eyes.
He lives in a never-ending fairytale
with no "happily ever after".
To him, love is a russian roulette game
with the gun
at your head...
so he kills love...
eventually...
without fail...
and cares not
about your longing.
You become the air he refuses to breathe.
You become the beginning, middle and end
to a dream he never had.
You become an inhuman entity
that totally dissolves
into thin air.
And your memories of him...
become a private piece of life
that you hide within
and covet every corner.
-cynje

The love that left me behind...
is the same love
that mended me.
And the scars it left behind...
map out the roads
I will never travel again.
-cynje

do you feel an unusual calm right now?

Joey Jordison

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Slipknot

Mommy mommy please don't rant...
baby baby can't stop, I can't.
Mommy mommy please love me.
Not now baby, or he will leave.
Mommy please don't leave me now...
Baby if I could stay
I would somehow.
Mommy mommy please kiss me goodbye...
baby baby, oh baby why?
because mommy, I'm going to die.
Baby baby,
stop with your lies.
-cynje

Keep the candle burning.

If you love him
he will deny...
the look of longing
in your eyes.
If you hold him
to show your love...
it will never be enough.
If you need him when you're in fear...
he will enjoy your
lingering tears.
If you speak of your desire...
he will say you are a liar.
And if you promise him your life...
you will be screaming
right before you die.
the cause of death,
his beloved knife.
-cynje

Sometimes...
we fail to see
what is right before us.
So our rememberances are clouded
by our own blind perception.
-cynje