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NOTHING
Author: Angus
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NOTHING
Walking through the desert...
Wind blows in my face....
But there's nothing around me.
Nothing I could see....
Standing in an endless nothing
No nothing.
Can I feel?
Is this nothing real?
Words come out of me
But they mean nothing.....
They fade in the wind
That doesn't exist
While I walk the path
That isn't here.
Why did everything disappear?
Or did it?
Can nothing disappear?
My words sound insane......
What the hell is going on!!?
Or maybe not!
Walking through the crowd.
Running to get out of it.
Hear them smiling loud.
The leaf has fallen
From....
My ......
Hand.......
Running faster,
I gotta escape!
But now I'm lying in the sand......
Nothing has eaten me
And turned me into nothing as
I realized I was walking....
Through my soul.
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The book of your thoughts
Author: Angus
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The book of your thoughts
Give me a cable to connect my brain to yours
Show me your feelings, but don't talk.
Show me the book of your thoughts.
Why did I think you loved me?
Are your words to blame,
Or is it me?
Show me the book of your thoughts,
And let me read it.
Allow me to know you.
All words are so full of deceit,
All words are so pale,
All words are so empty...
So little one needs to say a word
That can cause sleepless nights,
The word that bites...
...worse than a snake.
Show me the book of your thoughts
And clear the fog in front of me...
Allow me to see...
But maybe you want to remain
In the veil of mystery,
Maybe you like this game of words...
Hope not, cause it makes me bleed...
Maybe you're just afraid of what I could read
But so am I
Still I want no more words that lie.
So show me the book of your thoughts
And I'll show you mine
And we'll read together...
In silence...
And we will know...
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TO LIVE OR TO DIE
Author: Angus
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TO LIVE OR TO DIE
Living in madness.... things around me change
and they make me feel strange...
I feel like this world wasn't meant for the likes of me
i think it wasn't meant for me at all.
although I feel I should be free
on my every step there is a wall.
Vast nature that spreads around me,
nature that looks so perfectly pure,
is opposed to my petty life, 'cause all that I can see
is that my purpose is to suffer (or maybe to endure??)
Insanity? Maybe that makes me wanna cry,
but I know I won't.
although I always feel I wanna die,
in fact I don't.
Nothing gets better as time goes by, my life seems to be getting worse
could this instinct, that stops me from killing myself, be just a curse?
God made me a coward,
who is afraid to cut his veins with a knife
so all I can do is comfort myself
that it takes bravery to face-LIFE!
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You
Author: Angus
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YOU
I can't see your face
And you can't see mine.
We are nothing but strangers.
Or are we?
You are not what I see.
Or are you?
You hide behind your mask
But you may be masked in yourself.
We look at our shells
And speak with our masks.
I fell in love
With yours
But is that you?
I wonder
How you felt
When
The mask fell
Down....
Did you feel my pain
Or did you laugh
At me, and tried
To scare me with
Your
Claws
And sharp teeth?
I can't say I remember....
I wonder
If you cried
Or just went to
The closet and took
Another mask....
In fact maybe
There was no mask at all.
Maybe it was
All
My
Imagination.
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You II
Author: Angus
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YOU II
How would I know you
And how would you know me
When we cannot even see each other.
We look at our shells
Speak with our masks
Do we even know they're here?
Or do we see them
Only after they disappear?
How would you know me
And how would I know you
When I don't know my own self?
And how would I know myself
When I'm wearing a mask
Have I become a mask....?
And do I wear
Another one now....?
I feel I'm good and evil in one
I feel I'm an angel but I'm mean.
How would you know what I feel
When my feelings cannot be seen
Even by me....
Maybe I love you, maybe I hate you
The border is so very thin
And it too cannot be seen....
But it does exist
Created by our disguises....
That's why hate can turn to love
And love to hate.
Will I ever know you so good
That I can hate you
Without the fear of falling in love?
Can I hate at all, or is it just my
Mask?
Will I get rid of it
Or am I stuck with it
Until I die?
Is my life a fucking lie!!??
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