Shelter

When the Heavens are silent and Hell opens its gorge;

when friends you knew forsake you and don't care.

When all seems lost and life offers you a torch –

I will shelter you to put up with that evil stare…

When you messed up your trials where you been put to the test;

when you thought to be first, but alas you there last.

When you shudder in darkness and don't find any rest –

I will shelter you with my heart, it's light to you cast!

When you feel like nothing and nobody cares;

totally invisible and without any gifts…

When your hopes and dreams turn into nightmares –

I will shelter you til' the fate again shifts!

OMFG

1.

You are so awesome, damn, so pretty, oh my fucking God;

your eyes are drowning me to no end, like a marlboro blend,

breaths out a smoke. Girl, you are so freekin' good;

I can't find the shoelaces on my shoes. – So let's groove like the trend!

2.

You are so cute and cuddly, so merry, oh my fucking God;

can't stop hugging you in my thoughts and call you.

Let's have a date and put a flag on my empty rod;

my sight is fixed on your chest like poster on the glue…

3.

You are so nice and fabulous, so special, oh my fucking God;

after the date is ended and the night is standed I don't answer your calls.

You are seeking the knight who called you names like a fool -

but over is the fairy tale, past the love – and the curtain falls!

Workout

1.

Heaven knows love and angels are for real;

I used to believe you there mine, but it all was just a dream.

Heaven knows kind – I remember how it feels;

now am just a topic of a sad gloomy theme…

2.

Working out the morning; working shift to shift,

tasting my lips on thine – no grace gives anymore a lift.

Once I thought of us – the future like a gift,

no more time for sorrow, the coat got wrinkled stiff.

3.

Heaven knows pain – you there my venom's smite;

tasting like wormwood on a strawberry plate.

Sweet and bitter was your smile and eyesight;

how I long for that pleasure, to conceal my fate…

4.

Working out the tears; working shit and gallows,

the chest gone cold; the back full of arrows.

Still pretty is the evening sun when to night it wallows;

you're not worth it to forget my morrows…

5.

Heaven knows forsake, can't stop loving you;

maybe I'm a sucker – that I like to be doomed.

Heaven knows forget, I wish I could be too;

that the blossoms of oblivion to me bloomed…

6.

Working out the thoughts; tearing threads to shreds;

have a nice life, while I'm stranded on my bed.

Have a good day – and get the hell out of my head!

It felt like eating Ambrosia – now I wish you dead…

7.

Heaven knows forgiveness, maybe one day, my love,

all the wyvern's again may appease their scores.

To stop hating myself – all the turtles turn to doves;

I wasn't enough for you, not from guts til gore…

8.

Working out the nightmare to have my life redeemed;

tearing out my heart and soul – without them better be

the world not so empty; bleak. Some crops to me cream

the juices of life what I lost then I was with thee...

Gone is the light

Gone, gone is the light, the crimson skies are dead,

endless is the murky night. No gust of wind to sight,

to awe for a blight – just endless the darkened red,

dimmed without a fight! The moon has showed me her kite.

Gone, gone is the light, fallen are the graces of past;

the hour is dire, despite, the needless of might.

An endless shadow on earth bestowed and cast;

a solitary individual by my own right…

Gone, gone is the light, the marrow has boned its chill;

to stand down or put up a fight – tooth quenching for a bite;

to have myself witnessed – my last solemn will;-

hopeless to despair on the morrows night!

Judgment in the rain

Sitting on the park-bench, the sky goes rotten gray;

the light shines upon the pedestrians, who happy merry may

go for the life what seems to me unstained.

Sitting on the park-bench mesmerized and maimed.

Just an ugly carcass no bold expressions or fame

waiting for the lightning, judging for the rain.

The hour seems a bit late – missed the last train…

just like messing up with… don't wanna remember her name.

Not much to offer, no seconds to ask lame;

when the minutes and hours of joy shamed,

to pronounce the end of a fair game.

Like withered leafs of last year a forgotten ale…

Sitting on the park-bench, the drops like blood on hay;

the mind goes waste to crumble; flying with birds of Jay.

Nevermore to be loved, to not feel the pain,

so that the rain might be on mercy and not in vain...