Sacrifice

Out of sight, out of mind

Out of body, in the grind

What you see is what you get

What you don't, you can't forget

Far far away is a heart that froze

Frigid fingers, a danger pose

Unchained melodies hang in the air

Dancing statues stop and stare

The ice queen has no tears to shed

Love is overrated, she said

Before she set herself alight

Lay wasted in the charcoal night...

 

Native nomad

The Drug

Sometimes when everything in my life seems to be going right, it's strange, really, that I begin craving for melancholy. My mind wanders to the past everytime, thinking about long lost friends, lovers...times gone by... And I think maybe if I could have done things a another way, my life would have been so different. Even though I love being what I am, and doing what I'm doing, its crazy to want to think like this. Its like I'm addicted to being sad, that happiness sits right in front of me, and yet I choose to elude it.