duminică, 29 noiembrie 2009


We look at each other and all we see is suffering.
Our souls have grown weary and our hearts have gone sad.
The coldness shivers down our spines,
And silent screams are unheard.
The pain is no longer just inside,
It is everywhere.
Some of us have lost the will to live…
And we get weaker everyday.
There is no longer any strength and the scent of death, is in the air.
Our innocence has vanished into the light,
Where eternal happiness is promise.
I walk up the stairway to heaven above the clouds
The end has come and we are all together again and our nightmare has pasted.

- by Cold

miercuri, 25 noiembrie 2009


The lights flick off and dark envelopes
My mind, my body, my soul, my spirit
I can't see anyone or anything anymore
I think I’m alone
Can thoughts persuade my mind that easily?
It’s so dark in here
I reach out and feel nothing
My senses are smothered by I don't know what
This dark plays tricks on my body
My soul keeps screaming for freedom, for light
My thoughts are elsewhere and I ignore my being
I ignore myself
Why is it so dark in here?
I wish there was light, if maybe just a candle's worth
The dark makes me afraid
My spirit trembles in the face of fear
Brought on by the darkness that feeds off our endless doubts
It's never satisfied; my spirit is gone in a second
Was it good?
Why is it so dark in here?!
My own shadow, self portrait, vanished with hope
Gone with the world
With my world
Maybe it's better my shadow is gone
I can be myself
For who?
Maybe I'll befriend the dark
It made the world disappear
Isn't that what I've always wanted?
It's so dark in here.

- by Cold

joi, 5 noiembrie 2009


I'm but a lone wayfarer, traveling
In a bitterness-driven world of woe.
All is chaos, confusion – the roar...
I fall upon my knees as I sit, listening
To that roar of life, clashing at death
I linger at this forgotten bed
And feel the cold rain dripping in my skin,
And my soul struggling within...

In my mouth the word of your name fades
And my figure is lost in these growing shades
I blend in this hall of mosses,
As I mourn all of our losses -
our dear friend, love, so long gone!
And I remain here, and you not, I'm alone.
I wrap myself, as I lie upon your grave
I hold myself, I do try to brave.

I wish I could rest here, and in my arms hold you
But this lost bed empty remains...
only a trace, a glimpse of you.
I must wake, and strive, another step
Come out again, face another thousand rains
My eyes, once so dry, can dry no more
But I can no longer speak, my voice is sore

Of mumbling again and again your worshiped name.

 - by Cold