As Alive As Dead

No howling of the wind No chirping of insects Not even the ticking of the clock Just the humming sound of silence

Lightning struck and the sky thundered with anger The storm from my heart released and the heavens wept with me

Why would I play with your emotions and hurt you He asked As he sliced her heart Slowly

I fall into the dream Ignoring the reality Don't wake me up, I beg

Rosemonde is dead She breathed her last - Sadly Much like she breathed her entire life But if there was one thing that made her happy Was the thought of death Are you happy now, Rosemonde?

of the morning alarms of the news of the traffic jams of the polluted air of the emails and phone calls of the to-do lists of the lack of time of the people of the daily routine of the tiredness

I am not weak I am sensitive I am not weak I am angry I am not weak I stand for what's right I am not weak I may not be strong But I am not weak

The engine groans and ages as it waits The clutch and foot engage in an endless embrace We are on our way but so far behind We know where we want to be But we are stuck in a jam

My back wouldn't hurt so much if the wounds weren't so fresh.

A prisoner in my own head Pretending to be calm on the outside On the inside Struggling to break free Stifling my screams With the laughter on my sleeve

No possible way forward on this one-way road Taking a left seems to be the right way. I wish it wasn't.

infinite, yet empty busy, yet lazy wanted, yet broken shining, yet dark waiting, to be hurt sleepy and hollow

A piece of glass A door knob A chair A tap A windshield A computer A window A lamp A pen A dream and everything in it.

It is an ordinary cage Not for a creature, though I locked my love in it a long time ago Sometimes, my love stretches out And reaches for a stranger who isn't that strange But I forbid it This world is not place for you, love

The perfect round face The bright, shiny eyes The voice so smooth The talk, smoother The weight to throw around The height so tall Visible from afar From the crowd I form … Maybe in some other life

It nibbled on the food. It had a drink of water. It stretched. It hopped out of the open door of the cage. It did not fly. It was told to behave like a good Emu. It did.

The ghosts mock at me From behind the shadows From deep pits below I do not understand why Why now? What do they want? Is there a message? Come out you cowards Come and face me in the eye If you dare

The past is scratching on the walls, The ones that block my Hell. It wants to come rushing in. Taking me down with it. There aint no Dean to save me this time, My Impala's all rusted. Lucifer is coming back for his revenge, He is coming out of his cage.

Have you heard it? A word, A name, An instance, Something you love so much, That it scares you. Something you want to forget so much, That it stays with you forever. A place you want so bad, That you close its door, even for yourself. Have you heard it? Echoing in someone else's voice? Have you?

As soon as I open my eyes They scatter away –my dreams No matter how hard I try I can’t put my finger on them The good, the bad, the ugly As soon as I open my eyes They scatter away The scenes that played out, the memories, fade away The feelings remain The bad ones stay a bit longer There are so many of them And all so vivid, but As soon as I open my eyes They scatter away I lie in the sandpit Every grain has a story I try to collect them As soon as I close my fist They scatter away