April 21, 2010

masquerade



I don’t care to see the real You. I don’t mean to own You
The Truth in your darkness
and the sexiness of your passionate Character
are the highest skies I’ve ever flown through

At the sight of your Mask, my Soul dyes in bliss
It’s growing inside, the Lust, the I Want’s
But it is not your Face I am trying to reach

I demand You to let me drown in the emptiness of your words
I crave to creep into the obscenity of the Nothing
That You, oh, so kindly offer to World

A Nothing, that may be nought for Them, and still I yearn to own

                                              

April 10, 2010

May Song



The May Song
by The Gathering (Nighttime Birds)

I'm waiting for your hands
To fold around my wrist
I'm mellowing in warm grass
And the scent of you I've missed

And blue is representing
The draft in my heart
I'm wandering through thin skies
And the transparent air I've missed

Pale is my face
You might want to colour
While I breathe

I'm following large drops of rain
With my eyes on the sight of you I've missed

Pale is my face
You might want to colour
While I breathe