I'll follow you into the Dark

I am in a strange place right now.
Sinking above the surface.
Floating towards the depths of the ocean.

Everything is ok. Except these miss-you-moments.

Wish I could say they were becoming less. Probably just more bearable, because I know I have no other choice.

I still feel like the only person without a shadow. You made it so easy to be me, you made me feel human, you .. were my shadow.

I guess ..it’s all just a dream in the end.



TOGETHER AGAIN

[Artist: Evanescence]

Never thought that I'd be leaving you today
So alone and wondering why I feel this way
So wide the world
Can love remember how to get me home to you
Someday

We'll be together again
All just a dream in the end
We'll be together again

So many fears were swimming around and around in my mind
Who would have dreamed the secrets we would find

I've found a world where love and dreams and darkness all collide
Maybe this time we can leave our broken world behind

We'll be together again
All just a dream in the end

Life Has Taught Me

More often than not, it is ok to share your dreams with others. Although they might tread on your dreams. The risk is worth taking.

But néver share your fears with people. Because knowing what your inner fears are, empowers them. For they will use it against you, to hit you where it hurts most.

And walk away .. smiling .. while you bleed yourself to death.

Guiding Light

Once upon a time you were my guiding light ..

You left your lantern with me
But instead, took my eyes ..



[Artist: Muse]

Impure hearts stumble
In my hands they crumble
And fragile and stripped to the core
I can't hurt you anymore

Loved by numbers
You're losing life's wonder
Touch like strangers detached
I can't feel you anymore

There's sunshine trapped in our hearts
It could rise again
But I'm lost, and crushed, and cold
and confused with no guiding light left inside

You were my guiding light
Hmmm whooaa ..

guitar solo
(Whooaaaaa oooooh ..)

And comfort and warmth can't be found
I still reach for you
But I'm lost, and crushed, and cold
and confused with no guiding light left inside

You're my guiding light
You're my guiding light
And there's no guiding light left inside
There's no guiding light in our lives

Lullaby

For a friend, who in the midst of their own storm, offers me an umbrella. Dankie ..



[Artist: Assemblage 23]

May you find solace in the gentle arms of sleep
Despite the wolves outside your door
In time you will see them all as harmless
And their idle threats easy to ignore

And if ever fate should choose to smite you
Stand your ground, never walk away
Please don't ever let the world defeat you
Don't get buried in its decay

As you drift into the gauzy realm of dreams
May you take comfort in the thought that you are safe
For it only takes a fraction of a second
For all of this to change

CHORUS
Return to me
When slumber's fog has lifted
Return to me
Stronger than before

As you sink beneath the soothing streams of time
May you be thankful that you had another day
For there comes a time when each of us will enter
A sleep from which we will never wake

And if ever fate should choose to smite you
Stand your ground, never walk away
Please don't ever let the world defeat you
Don't get buried in its decay

Close your eyes now, if only for a moment
For it's time you get some rest
The wolves are gone and nothing here can harm you
Let go of your fragile consciousness

The Great Below

Ek wonder soms ..

In vergelyking met die persoon wat konstant ‘smooth sailing on cloud 9’ doen, of die klei-trappers soos ons nie tóg ryker hier wegstap aan die einde van die reis nie?

I mean, the view from up there on their happy cloud must be exquisite, maar vanwaar hy sit is die oseaan vir hom net een donker kol.

Yet, for those of us breathing under water, a whole new world awaits.

Toegegee, al sny ons ons voetsole op koraal-riwwe oop, al jaag die haaie ons, al brand die jellievisse ons .. maybe, just maybe, those of us ‘trapped’ in the current .. are the ones really living?

Being able to see both worlds, below and above the surface.

I guess .. sometimes the place you’re in .. makes a difference.

Revenge On Cupid

The roses are dead, the violets are too.
A vampiric gift from me to you.

Carnations of black and crimson too.
A gothic love felt for you.



Roses are black.
Violets are dead.
I want you.
Out of my head.

Cancer is killing.
And snowflakes are blue.
I am so fucking.
Sick of you.

Gold is expensive.
Hearts are torn.
And I don't understand.
Why yours is so warm.

Love is beautiful.
Yours is a lie.
So I guess.
This is your goodbye.

Black Rain

13 Februarie ..

En ek wens skielik ek kon in die palm van die nag se donker kreukels gaan lê en die reën oor my voel spoel.

Die soen van elke druppel soos dit teen my gesig stukkend spat.

En net onthou om te vergeet .. en vergeet om te onthou.

Mens behoort twee sterf-datums op jou grafsteen te hê: een vir die ligaam en een vir die siel.

For the latter, 13 February 2009, would be it.

R.I.P.

Alas, I Am Ghost.