The price of existence.
Our stagnant bodies bound
in a time of the living.
And nothing's what it's been.
I have drowned in this vague world.
We pretend, but the madness always on deep inside
our sleeping state, where our black thoughts thrive.

I can't be, the only one.
That sees this, that feels the fumes from the motors.

Delusions starts to eat the world as we know
it. Can we ever change ourselves, the strange?

And in myself I feel that I'm always outside the reality.
And inside my fragile me lies the truth concealed.
Hidden deep down in me.

Failure of resistance.
Welcome, the wave of rage.
So far in the distance, but so close in our blood and veins.
I'll fight this sentence.
Nothing's real inside this scope.
I'll fight my condition.
Nothing will ever break or harm, us strange.
Strange.

We're hiding the knifes, scared of what we'll meet.

And in myself I feel that I'm always outside the reality.
And inside my fragile me lies the truth concealed.
 Hidden deep down in me.

We'll face them all.
We'll face them all.
We'll take it all.
We'll take it all.

How can I be so afraid of living?
We're the ghosts of this world.

I'm tired of this mess.

I'm tired of thoughts eating myself from the inside out.

I've waited so long and the only thing I know.
No matter how hard I try, I'll never be free.
But nothing seems to ever unfold.
At least my sight calms somewhat.
I'm living this curse and I don't know what to feel inside me now.
The filth, the black has almost swallowed me.
In a time, where the compulsions have start to feast.
I've been drowned by the sickness that's controlling me.
In a time where no-one seems care one bit.
I can't be, the only one.
That sees this, that feels the fumes from the motors.
Delusions starts to eat the world as we know
it. Can we ever change ourselves, the strange?
Strange.
We're hiding the knifes, scared of what we'll meet.

- Orbit Culture: Saw

What if you slept
And what if
In your sleep
You dreamed
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in you hand
Ah, what then?” 

― What if you slept? by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

    ‘Tis a fearful thing
    To love
    What death can touch.
    To love, to hope, to dream,

    And oh, to lose.
    A thing for fools, this,
    Love,
    But a holy thing,
    To love what death can touch.

    For your life has lived in me;
    Your laugh once lifted me;
    Your word was a gift to me;

    To remember this brings painful joy.

    ‘Tis a human thing, love,
    A holy thing,
    To love
    What death can touch.

- Judah Halevi

- source: hoodwhaat

 “The Wanderer

What is she like?
I was told—
she is a
melancholy soul.

She is like
the sun to the night;
a momentary gold.

A star when dimmed
by dawning light;
the flicker of
a candle blown.

A lonely kite
lost in flight—
someone once
had flown.”

― Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

 “when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.”

- Charles Bukowski, For Jane

- source: di-gore

"They seem to walk on air
And they act pretty strange
They live around us
But you can't recognize them
We can't communicate
With their one-way brain
No matter how you try
You just can't understand them"

-  Eiffel 65, Another Race Lyrics

In This World

love has no color

yet how deeply

my body

is stained by yours.

- Izumi Shikibu: In this world

Rumi: In the slaughterhouse of love 

 In the slaughterhouse of love they kill only

the best, none of the weak or deformed.

Don't run away from this dying.

Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.

(Interpreted by Coleman Barks)

I Sing the Body Electric By Walt Whitman

1
I sing the body electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul.

Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?
And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?
And if the body does not do fully as much as the soul?
And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?

2
The love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself balks account,
That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect.

Crush - Seherezade

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
                                                       and dress them in warm clothes again.
         How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forget that they are horses.
                   It's not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
         it's more like a song on a policeman's radio,
                 how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
                                                                                       to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means
         we're inconsolable.
                               Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
                                                                Tell me we'll never get used to it.

People don't understand that girls like you don't use makeup to fix something that is wrong, but to express the aesthetic you love, like an art expression. You can't look all magic and fantastic without make up on, a natural face dosen't show who you are inside and your creativity. Makeup does!

-  ❧ ｏｈ, Ｆｌｏｗｅｒ

she has a dented halo 

& broken wings, 

but that’s the 

beauty about 

her. 

- iambrillyant

Gregory Orr, "Like Any Other Man”

“ Like any other man

I was born with a knife
in one hand
and a wound in the other. ”