Nick-chan

I act as a fool and make jokes But all those plays and hoax, are just too see you smile, even if it is just for a while! I wait for a day to come, to hold you until I get numb, and I know it sounds dumb, but my heart is beating like a drum. And the songs it plays, are for the coming days, when I will be set ablaze, by your tenderness and grace! Your heart gives out a lovely strum, syncing with my beating drum, to form a happy, joyful hum. For all the happy days to come! And now that smile, which started all this rile, is there shining on your face, for me forever to embrace.

I laugh and sing and smile. Yet I feel left out on an isle. Hopeless and scared, alone again, full of misery, doubt and pain. I cover my face with a mask, so that no one would ask. “Why are you so sad?” Because I will get mad! Yet life is just another masque, Where everyone wears a mask, And has a secret task. Is this so hard to grasp? I laugh and sing and smile. Yet I have never felt so vile. So harmless, and yet hostile. I cant continue if this goes on I’ll…. P.S. The masque continues and I pass the trial Yet I am not the man that began this mile.

Alone and tired I find my self again, wondering if I am still normal ,still sane?! Thoughts going round my brain, reminding me of old forgotten pain. Talking to my one and only friend. Asking her some strength to lend, to assist me , to help me scend, my sorrow and misery to end. Lost like a grain in the sand, my only hope is she can understand, that she can remove my brand, to show me again how to stand!

I wake up and i can still smell her perfume, reminding me of a thousand flowers bloom. I wake up and I can still feel her caress, her eyes looking at mine,her smile a bless. Everytime i close my eyes, she's there, the sunlight shining through her hair, her red, soft lips gently saying my name, her eyes burning with a passionate flame! Yet she is not there when I open my eyes, hitting me like a hammer falling from the skies, that she can never,in this lifetime,be with me. Because someone else holds her hearts key.

A red crescent moon shining bright above the sky, my life force,my energy draining ,leaving me dry. Just like when i look into those brown eyes, but to be with you i would gladly pay any price What you are,what i am,could there be a we? I have to find an answer i must find a key, to unlock these blasted chains,to set you free. So that i can be with you and you can be with me! Becoming a blank vessel,starting to fade away, wondering what will I have to do one day. and i shall gladly pay the ultimate price for thee, Giving my life away just so that you can be with me!

The first time I saw you, I already thought I knew, what to be in love is. Until you gave me a kiss! You broke right into my heart, and drew a beautiful piece of art, you made me feel something new, with those eyes so pretty so blue! I give you this gift most precious, for you are innocent and gracious, I give you , heart and soul to keep, to be with you even in your sleep!

Our vision is getting blurry, our vision is getting dimmed, but we shouldn't even worry, because we are strong-limbed. Our heads are getting heavy, our legs and hands are getting numb, our friends we use as a levee, so that we won't be called dumb. Our friendship becomes deeper, our trust in each other becomes stronger. We have alcohol and it's our Reaper, and we care for our problems,no longer! Alcohol will be our salvation our key, It shall be our escape from the loneliness, It will crack our shackles , let us be free. It will hide from you our weirdness! For that we were given this miracle, to cherish and keep from heathen

In a world filled with war and death. Where a soldier gives his last dying breath. Where man kills brother and mother, where man calls blood brothers other! A world filled with darkness and hate, where to kill is your living , your fate! A world filled with shadows and empty shells, where you only hear the dark sound of war bells. At the end you are one of these shadows,empty. Where you have become heartless and deadly, a killing machine to obey and serve your master, asking questions to which you never get an answer