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Depth of my Dreams

 

In my dream i drown myself in the sea,
seeing the surface helplessly,
somebody is dragging me from behind,
pulling with all strength,i think to resign,
i gasp for breath till i faint,
to find myself in the sea again,
it wants to tear me apart,
Itch this nightmare deep into my heart,
i shiver and tremble all in pain,
My efforts are going in utter vain,
I turn around gathering some might,
to see this force once again this night,
i see every dream i wished in life,
as the force i feared in nightmarish fight,
broken dreams do pull me down,
choke me up,
break me down,
but i remember the phoenix that rises from ashes,
and its just water here,leaving more chances
i have to be the phoenix from now every night,
burn whatever i have within in sight,
it is then i would be free
from myself and the sea.

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If I had to Kill You

If i had to kill you, i would gladly decide
to choose between the machete or the glittering knife,
to kill you seeing the fear or end all with a painful stride,
or to chose between the merciful side ,
it won’t be easy for me,
it hasn’t been easy for what i felt,
i had to drive myself insane,
for this massacre to be soulful gain,
i have pictured it again and again,
i feel the blood in the veins hovering with pain,
to hear you for mercy and then giving the schrizophenic smile
then letting the blade do the work,what it does with pride,
It wasn’t easy but it’s over now,i see no motion
just haunted eyes that tell a story,
of how i ended my pain with the blade’s glory,

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The Armies of Peace

ten-thousand

They fought with their heads high all night and day,
trembling without fear,moving all through the way,
never did they surrendered,never did they fell,
they were armies of peace marching through the hell.

Hell wasn’t a ruled place neither it was purely free,
it was the world that opressed them,the world in which they coudn’t breathe.
they had no choice whatsoever than to fight for peace,
with weapons of destruction they move away,they were the the armies of peace.

Angels descended to see the sight,to cry for the valiant dead,
Valkyries¹ flew the burning place,to see the brightest red.
Songs would be sung now,odes will be written for them,
they are immortal now for the peace they stemmed.

Armies like these rise sometimes,armies like these breathe,
for a better change for the world,for wrong things to cease,
Wars are not only for greed or power nor only to conquer the land,
peace is sometimes the only reason for these armies to stand.

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¹ According to Norse Mythology Valkyries were the creatures that selected the righteous dead,they believed the only way to get to heaven is to die in violence.Brightest red refers to the most violently died being in the war.

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The Mist and Me

The Mist is all I could see
Strange it may see,it seems on a killing spree
Thick white disappearing with no ends,
cold,unfriendly like omen,
they say it takes you and gives an easy death,
without pain and sorrow,without regret,
I died a long ago but still have the pain,
Me and mist are friends now,unseperable we disappear.

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