Awakening

Somehow I diverged from reality
And taking an unexpected turn
I found myself lost in thought and imagination
By an alluring darkness that moved me

Within the dream everything seems perfect
Until it became a nightmare where distorted objects
And scared faced creep under for refuge,
Leaving the blanket of hope filled with holes

You seem to smile but hate lies deep inside
You give a hand and in the other one a knife
You lean on me hoping to harm
Not only with a speech but also by hand...


What a poisonous thought you seek to deliver!
What a terrible message you want to hand in!
What a shameful character you've become!
And a beautiful soul you wish to make ill!


Don't raise my hopes high above the sky
Don't move the clouds on my behalf
I wish I could wake up somehow
And set my feet on the ground

Because even if an ocean of sadness drawn me
My eyes will be open and I will be able to see
I will live for the first time
I will emerge from the dream...

Time

You move slowly as time passes by
And it is only then when you learn to take a look of the world,
It is then when you appreciate all the wonderful things that surround you,
You find yourself marvelled by all the beauties in out there
You love, you care, you enjoy life

Understanding makes its way into your life
And so you open up your eyes wide,
And you give out your heart
That is how you dedicate your life
That is how you truly love life

Time keeps on passing by and somehow it moves fast
You run towards the experiences you hope to have
But you stand still when you feel nature inside of your heart
And those moments you will treasure
Your soul will keep all of those memories alive

Time seems to be running out
And many projects remain undone
They float in the wind as dreams float at night
Waiting for someone...
Someone willing to fulfil, someone with more time


Both time is a tricky master of your faith
And that is what makes life so surprising, unexpected and wonderful
And all the love you have gained,

And all the friends you have made,
And all the wonders you have encountered,
All of those mesmerizing moments, people, adventures
Those will be always in your path
Those will never run out

Obscure

Every thing is dark 

It doesn't matter where you look 

The light doesn't seem to reach you 

In the shadows you remain 

Blind, rejected and excluded

From the world that has condemn you 

Nobody misses you 

Nobody remembers you

Nothing last

Nothing remains, 

Not even a single memory on your behalf 

Every thing was just a game, 

A lie, 

A lie which managed to poison your soul

And so your existence becomes meaningless

Your life seems rather pointless

Sorrow and a broken heart are all that is left

Lonesome and forgotten you've became

At the end, suffering was the only goal to pursuit 

at it you did a magnificent work 

But you all should know that you've got some help 

and such credit must be given to you know who

The brightest part of whom you've once been

has managed to fade away 

and so have you 

there might be hope for those who look for you

but they should know,

that only in obscurity you shall be found

An easy escape

Have you ever feel that everything surrounding you feels funny? For some strange reason none of your clothes fit, that fashion doesn't seem to suit your life, your shoes are too big or too small. You are so tired, and all you want to do is lie in bed and forget about the world but there is something wrong with your bed, it feels weird as if it were somebody else's bed. You try to over look all of these series of strange events during the day but as days go by you began to wonder, to doubt.

You watch out, you stare, you walk slowly for what reason? Well, that's rather simple you're on a quest, yes a quest, a quest which will determine where are you and what are you doing, a quest which will define you..

You began to feel a bit paranoid and people looks at you in a strange manner, as if you were crazy as if you didn't know what to do next. 

You cannot sleep, you cannot dream and you will not close your eyes until you find out the truth. Somehow the zombie-like appearance that you have now made your own scares people, they freak out and it is unavoidable for them to stare at you, in that way somebody stares at a death body lying on the middle of the street, the blood calls you, that lifeless and miserable corpse calls your name and you cannot help but to answer that calling, you stay there and suddenly without anticipation, corpse and body became one, all the sadness which the corpse embodies is now carried by the body. 

And that's exactly the way you look now a sad, lifeless walking body, a human without hopes nor fears, a man in search of himself, in a quest for the truth that will never come. When you decide to make that quest you accept the fact that you have lost your soul, the essence of your being, but you didn't bother to get it back in stead you got obsessed by an idea, the idea that you were living somebody else's life, the idea that someone had taken you to that place, that place that looked so unfamiliar to you, that place that you hated and that you couldn't recognize. 

Of course it would have been hard to recognize the place where you spend most of your day on, once you have lose yourself it turns out impossible to recognize anything else in your life, if it is hard to recognize yourself imagine then, how hard is it to recognize all the things surrounding you, it is not possible. 

And so you have spent valuable time and energy on that particular quest, that pointless quest. You already knew what the truth was but you chose to ignore it and now you are a stranger in your own life, you feel like if someone else had took over and invaded your thoughts, but it was you who let all the misery and decay in this world to become the rulers in your life, there is no escape except that which the mind so easily provides and with which you decide to poison your soul, your thoughts, your instincts.

Forgotten you will be like all those who drank of that nourishing poison which tortures one's existence...

There is something about me

They will never be able to comprehend the complexity of my soul, for some i may seem as if i was completely mental but for the rest i’m just making a big deal out of nothing.

The thing is that if i don’t say what i mean, if i don’t express myself with complete freedom then i’ll end up repressed and with a lot of resentment towards myself for acting as a real coward.

I wrote this a few months ago and it's amazing how much i've changed since, i like the fact that i'm not as dramatic as i used to be, but i still believe i need to express myself freely, no matter what i have to say, i'll say it! 

Pear