No Guitars in Hell

I’ve been sick before

But never quite like this

I came down with a fever some time ago

And now I feel like a fish

Running out of water

I know what’s coming

It’s haunting me like a song

That’s been stuck in my head

And I can’t get rid of it

Coz it’s been there for so damn long

And I want some peace

And I don’t wanna die right now

I’ve much to do

I’ve much to sing

I’ve gotta do so much of everything

And I wanna remain on this earth

Till time ends

Till I’ve made all of my amends

Coz there’re no guitars in hell, my friend

I’ve seen my family

Crowd around me

And talk in hushed voices

I’ve seen them fake smiles

I’ve seen their red eyes

They talk to me like I’ve got other choices

No one should ever go through that

But they’d never give up hope

Even if you’re on your last rope

Never accept you’re truly gone

And that’s when they realize

The true meaning of life

Lies in loss

Rather late for an epiphany

And I don’t wanna give up hope either

Knowing fully well

I just have a few minutes

To sing you one last farewell

So here goes, I hope it fits

I hope it sums up everything

I’ve loved you all

And this is the end

I wish I could have been a better man

I’d sing to you every song I've ever penned

But I won’t,

coz as you know

There’re no guitars in hell, my friends

I'm a Human

I looked at her innocent face 
the unsuspecting smile 
the carelessness of a child 
her eyes reminding me 
of the love we share 
and i sank away 
sank away 
into a place worse than nothingness 
emptier than emptiness 
lonelier than loneliness 
a place where no man came back from 
the infinite abyss of the mind 
sucking on me like a leech 
eating me away 
corroding me 
until i'm just a lump of flesh 
human for all purposes 
except one, humanity. 

Burnt

I see something in your face

That no one else sees

There’s something in your eyes

No one would ever believe

You look up at the world

That looks down upon you

You want to be a part of something

That doesn’t want any part of you

Yet I see

The eternal hate that should have been

Doesn’t exist for

Another feeling that could have been

A beautiful life that would have been

If you hadn’t been burnt

I can see inside of you

What you really need

Isn’t the love or respect of the world

But something less demeaned

It’s acknowledgment that you crave

For all the sacrifices that you made

For all the hurt you had to brave

Just for being alive

It’s a different world that I see

From the one that you perceive

Yours is forever dark

But doesn’t miss the light

Yet I see

The eternal hate that should have been

Doesn’t exist for

Another feeling that could have been

A beautiful life that would have been

If you hadn’t been burnt

Broken Mornings

Broken mornings scar my life

I’ve decided to runaway

I’m riding on a wave in the empty ocean

You will all soon fade away

Horizons bleak, the sun shining down

My neck, it tells me to give up

I still hang on, just for the heck of it

Coz I don’t really wanna go down in flames

Up ahead, I see a ray of hope

Which is ironic, coz it’s day

But something about it looks different

I guess I’ll take my chances, anyway

I don’t wanna be the one who’s left out

I don’t wanna be the one who always says

That, ‘You know I could’ve been a real somebody

Had my fate turned another way’

I guess this is how it feels like

To be devoid, of all senses

To put your faith in something so passionately

That your own true self feels light years away

A Stitch in Time

There sits a midnight pauper with nothing much to eat
Along comes a young man; marching to his own, fine beat

The pauper raises his hand, tries to catch His attention
The young man ignores him, looking ahead (maybe into another dimension)

His eyes dreamy, His eyes glassy
Walks away from the pauper’s misery
Without so much as a thought
Drowned in his own personal reverie

The pauper keeps staring
His mouth open wide
His expression spelt amazement
His eyes terrified

For what he saw in the young man
Wasn’t as disturbing; as what he didn’t see,
Walking into the darkness,
Was just a pair of eyes, and a pair of feet.

Chernobyl

Saw a documentary about the Chernobyl Nuclear Disaster today, and came up with this:

There's a person waiting for you to come back home
and sleep by her side
She waits for a future with you and her
and maybe an innocent child

You could play all day
and put him on your back
You could see the smile on his face
and spend the rest of your life like that

Do you really wanna give that away?
Do you really wanna give them away?

Or are you waiting for the world to say

Please don't kill me for you ego
I don't deserve to die right now

Remember the games you used to play as a kid?
The ones with Superman and the bad guys
You've grown up now and there's no Superman
I'm not so sure about the bad guys

Do you know how many kids are playing
that very game right now?
Do you know how many mothers are praying
for their safety right now?

Do you really wanna take that away?
Do you have any right of playing with their happiness this way?

Or are you waiting for the world to say

Please don't kill me for your ego
I don't deserve to die right now

I'm a man, I'm a common man
A faceless man, an innocent man
I'm walking on the street
Following my daily routine

Can you give me a reason
for killing me slowly?
For killing my parents, my wife, my kids
my friends and my family?

I know you can't
I know you can't
I know you can't
Coz you're the same as me

Please don't kill me for your ego
I don't deserve to die right now

Find My Paradise

It is a lonely path I tread

With a couple of hopes

And dreams in my head

A lonely road

A lonely way

A lonely wind blowing my life into disarray

Is it unfair then, if I

Ak for some help

Or a piece of advice?

I’m just here to find my paradise

My paradise is a world

Where I’m not alone

With a few people I can call friends

And a place I can call home

‘tis a simple thing

The paradise that I seek

But coming across simple things is hard

Because they mean so much more to me

Along then, I’ll go

It is a long road ahead

And I still have

A couple of hopes and dreams

I won’t complain though

I’ll take life as it comes

With a pinch of salt and loads of spice

Who knows, maybe someday

I’ll find my paradise

I’ll find my paradise....