“Oh boy, have you seen my heart? It’s beating so loud.”

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It’s a blessing, considering how through all the hostility, we love each other. Perhaps this is how we form our family. Maybe we could be loving in front of everyone else, maybe we could be eating dinner together everyday, maybe, we go home together everyday. But that does not mean we actually meant something to each other isnt it? For this I am glad.

The art of suicide
Nightgowns and hair
Curls flying every which where
The pain too pure to hide
Bridges of Sighs

Meant to conceal lover’s lies
Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy
To contemplate why
Why…

Why live a life
That’s painted with pity
And sadness
And strife
Why dream a dream
That’s tainted with trouble
And less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life

The art of suicide
Pretty and clean
Conveys a theatrical scene
“Alas, I’m gone!” she cried
Ankles displayed
Melodramatically laid
Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy
To contemplate why
Why…

Why live a life
That’s painted with pity
And sadness
And strife
Why dream a dream
That’s tainted with trouble
And less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life

Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
With a second ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there’s a story
That ought to be heard
Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
With a second ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there’s a lesson
That really ought to be learned

The world is full of poets
We don’t need any more
The world is full of singers
We don’t need any more
The world is full of lovers
We don’t need any more…

– Emilie Autumn

 

Its a poem, its a song. It could be a tale, a series, a play. But as long as it speaks to us, it becomes what we holds dear. With reference to one of my favourite lyrics, everyone is a king in their own world. Every now and then we send our best men to sought out our worst enemy. But sooner of later we will come to realise, that enemy would be not one other then ourselves. Like a king in our own world, our thoughts sometimes run wild, like knights roaming in the depth of our abyss. What they find, stunningly real but is it the truth?

 

Faith is like wifi, it’s invisible but it has the power to connect you to what you needFollow this Tumblr for more beautiful images with quotes

Have a little faith.

 

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