darkdude

It sits in all of us We all have the potential, To be pure evil Our eyes vacant Souless beings Without purpose Except to cause pain The evil in me, Is close to the surface The vacant look in my eyes Is not sadness, Nor loneliness It's the lack of all things pure And good Pain is my purpose The evil in you, though, Is harder to see But why the vacant look in your eyes? Is it sadness? Is it loneliness? Or are we more alike Than you care to admit?

Love through the crystal Sometimes I leave my pessimist self and think about you, In how your fingers play with my lips, And your eyes are amused in my mind, Speaking of how loving or dying. A subtle sound in the air is fitted in my ears, Is your voice that slips of your mouth, Crushes me by its immense serenity, Makes me sleep without nightmares nor remorses. Like a child I'm afraid, Like a stone I am falling down, And like a demon I´ve been suffering untill this day, To feel me here, feel me up again. I am a creature without destiny or reasons, I just want to love you, I just want to kiss your feet, And rise in a s