i am your phantom

you sang to my ears when my heart was broken.
you were there when the world did not listen.

your songs of love and broken dreams,
was near to my heart or so it seems.

he sat down closer and breathe a speck of my spirit,
for when i realized, he was just a phantom under the shadow lit.

i abandoned you, when you heard me and you came,
i need my freedom from your treacherous promises of fame.

i am the wandering dream for your night to fall asleep,
i used to be the pillow for your soul to keep.

begone, o ye useless thoughts of shameless women,
begone, o ye hateful romance from the omen.

my phantom lies inside your insanity,
as i creep your soul through this reality.


- hasbath the reckoner

confessions

i am the shimmering glass in your false existence.
i am the believer of foreign gospels.
i am the omen of your neglected premonitions.
i am the shaman that craft your spells

i feel i need to diminish the love in my heart.
i feel i need to feel the love for my faith once again.
i feel i need to tear these worlds apart.
i feel i need to destroy everything before it even begin.

i want to be the white wizard for your soul.
i want to be the paladin your world needs so bad.
i want to be appreciated and respected for my role.
i want to not feel the miserable void whenever i am sad.

i cant help it if the world crumbles before my feet.
i cant help it if you harbor much hatred for me.
i cant help it if you wished that we could have never meet.
i cant help it that only sadness and misery are all you can see.

i need you to show me how to slay a heart.
i need you to stab me a million times in my chest.
i need you to believe that we are a trillion worlds apart.
i need you to be eternally with me when we finally come to rest.

no words can ever explain how madly in love i am with you.

- the fool in the photograph