queen

As I fade into the nothingness of the night
step by step, accepting the darkness
further out of sight

all alone, but my phone and music
the bass hammering down my brain
guiding me somewhere, in this unknown terrain

of the night, where nothing is to be seen
maybe the stars are the traitors
kidnapping you to the residence of the queen.

The lights of the station slowly fading away
I hear my train leaving
on this summer evening, somewhere late in may.

I feel her watching
her guards closing me in
to catch me, and sacrifice me to her king

But my music, the traitress
makes my feet dance in an unexpected direction
guiding me further, aimlessly.

So I escaped the danger,
expectant to the next danger ahead,
and fade again, into the nothingness of the night.

you vs me

'sorry'
I said
turned on my heels and walked away.

See you standing there
shocked
guess you didn't expect this.

I guess I look like I know what I'm doing
but I don't
just follow my instincts, telling me to get away

You were not good for me
You made me cry
I hate you

everyday gets harder
without your arms around me
every single day

I still see your face,
covered with tears
streaming down your face

yesterday our love was true and undefined
today it is gone,
out of sight.

You asked me
'Will you ever knock on my door again,
will you ever come back?'

I said I don't know,
while I stood there
and shook my head.

'Sorry'
I said,
turned on my heels and walked away.

control

Give me your hand
let me take control
nothing will happen.

Lift your foot
lean forward
walk

Run, you, run
straight into my arms
don't be scared.

Faster, run faster,
Let's not take it slow
Let's make this quick

But you pass me
run away
tears, only tears

am I not important,
if that is so,
why am I not?

tears pooling in my eyes
streaming down my face
But I keep my faith

turn my back
lift my head
walk away

but there are your arms
holding me tight
'I love you'

and I know we're alright
we will survive
just hold me tight.

drown

The smile, the smell, the face
the dwell

the love, the cell, the prison
the hell

as your toe
touches the rippled
water

your underwear, your dress
your hair, lips, eyes
your sex

floating like a jellyfish
poisonous, ugly, beautiful
struggle to keep your breath

your heart, your veins, your death
coming close
as you open your mouth

your underwear, your dress
it's not you
you're dead.

Breakdown of Love

The face that made a thousand ships sail
Made the world
Devoted with competion.

Battles were lost
And won
The face's desinterest.

Only one can win
He's not even a sailor
The face that made a thousand men run.

Written from her hand
Words,
On paper.

How she loves the adoration
Adores the love
Hates the competition.

The love of a running man
Made her tame
Burning the fire.

Secrets
The words on her lips
'thank you'.

The breakdown of the face
Was agony
Agonized with disaster.

As she breathed her last words
How she loves him
'hold my hand'.

Boom, kaboom.
Her heart fighting
Her body radiating.

How he died
How we died

How she dies.

- Cyresse

love

why is there such thing as love?
Love drives you crazy like all the time. Makes you feel insecure, and after all, you mostly get hurt by some random stranger who accidentally took your heart with him as he passed by. Now, I don't say here that I hate love. I love, love. It's a magnificent feeling and that feeling is like a drug. Therefore, if drugs are forbidden, why shouldn't love be?
It makes you blind, hard fact. It makes you blind in various forms; If your lover is texting you while you are performing some kind of action that involves traffic, work or something like that, you can get distracted easily. A couple of days ago one of my potential, maybe future lovers texted my while I was cycling. Well, that was not something of a plan and I almost ran over a pretty mature lady. Oops. many excuses later, I figured it would be a lot safer to the world if I just keep my hands off my phone while being in traffic. Maybe more people should do that, I know I'm not the only one!
But now I still don't know why love exists.
I guess it's just the mystery why two, or three, people can get attracted to one an other so easily. I guess it fulfills one of our oldest needs; to not be alone in a world that is so demolishing and so strange that we would have no clue at all how to live this life in such a silly world. Well yeah. The satisfaction you get from having sexual intercourse with someone else is also one of the greater joys in life, not?
so. conclusion to save you all some time, if you are smart enough to skip the middle-piece and just immediately read these lines; there is no answer.

Published on the 15th of march by Cyresse.