Voices

Did you ever had a voice like tattooed in your head? Like it's just so fucking perfect, you don't get to hear any other voice. Carved into your ears like a scar that will never heal. No matter how long, how far, how hard you try, you'll never forget it. Well, that's her voice. Is that what keeps me up late, and skips right to my heart while those songs are played, makes me shake in sorrow and even roll a tear out of my eyes... That's what I hear while I'm weak, sometimes it tells me: 'get up, you can do this'. But mostly it stretches my heart up to the point where it's shut, and lets me roam through my day like a dead man, until my mask falls and I drown again in the sorrow of those who've lost their chances, and remain chased by the shadows of their past cowardliness.

Itch

Hahaha... I know that look... suddenly you breath calm, everything is going to be easier now, and better for all of us... but there's something else. You can feel it, right? Something like... a little itch. Like something doesn't fit. You'll turn around and focus on your calm. You don't know it now, but you better pray that this calm lasts short, you better pray, 'cause if it's short, so is the itch. But if it's long.... hahahaha if it's long, so the itch grows every day until you find out what it is, what itches your mind and body day after day. But by that time, it might be too late to change it, too late to do what you now know you had to do long ago. Yet the itch continues to grow, big enough to become sorrow, and a desperate void... It is already too late for me... I only hope it's not too late...