these days we march

the uncalled epiphany of the restless and the numb
displays its rejoice in such rabid moments.
a remembrance of how volatile the air we breathe in.
the portrait in our memories of life, the way we want.

it is useless my friend, to arm yourself in brink of peace.
but nevertheless the tragedy keeps repeating.
i used to walk my twenty minutes in a field of gold
but these days we march to the morgue faster than we walk.

i know the world is a dirty place, filled with love and happiness for the rich.
but in times like these, we keep calling out for the beauty in our existence.
you could have had that life you wanted, if not for the things you see.
you could have lived like the general's wife and be who you could have been.

i am asleep when the words were revealed.
the birch tree branches were the only witnesses.
these songs are the only truth that we could have.
my singers are beings from the skies we call home.

- terra the legionnaire

last few days

i am here no longer,
my body has shown its wither.

my dreams have not been met,
all i can do now is to forget.

my prayers were never really there,
i guess i shall die in despair.

i am afraid but i am not,
because i know it is all my fault.

i wish i could reverse this,
just as simple like a kiss.

but it is all too late now,
i only have this much that time allows.

this pain is piercing through my chest,
i just know that this will be my final rest.

i want you to know that i'll keep our love ablaze,
especially in these last few days.

i will leave you soon enough,
and i hope all this wont be tough.

i know i should have listened to you,
but i just act as if i had no clue.

i guess the smoke has finally consume me,
shown me my last and final agony.

i have to tell you that i'll always be here,
maybe i wont but probably i'll appear.

if you just stay and listen to the walls,
you will probably hear my silent calls.

i am sorry i have to go, i really am.
i wish you safe and sound and hope you do good for your exams.

- rave