Komatsuhime

I was lying on the couch staring at the ceiling. I closed my eyes. 'Do you still have these…visions?' Did I? Of course I did. First it was fantasy, fairy-tales about elves, dwarves and unexciting kingdoms. Then they became more… real. The story was part of the real world but involved unreal people created my own mind. 'Last time we spoke about your friends. Do you have any new friends?' I had no friends at all. My friends were the people from my stories. The nice ladies who gave me advices how to dress, went with me shopping or chatted with me when I was depressed. The guys who were my best friends, who were drinking with me an

A lonely night Night full of darkness My lonely hope Fading to dust Waiting the new day The rise of the Phoenix My final glance at the world There are only three things for me Which I'll never see, feel or hear Three impossible stands in my life: Love, friends and daring heart Prayed every day For eternal sleep Turned myself in a ghost Long forgotten I gave you everything I could In return I received only my frozen tears

Show me once again this pictures without color Full of stories old as time Of battles and love magic and might Tell me once again About the old artist the legendary prophet who painted the future of the earth Let me see once again His paintings sacred to find his forbidden secrets and meaning of the world I'll paint his black pictures Change the color of the sky Give the stars new names Draw the beginning of the time A new story in another age Oh hope and love dream and magic

Hopeless I'm here again Dreaming with eyes opened wide A book with hundred empty pages My story is telling Century ago I sold my soul For knowledge and power, lust and love My heart was turned in an empty hole Withe demons I feasted With Angles I sung But the true meaning of life I never found Years ago I sold my heart to stop the pain never-ending I lost the knowledge, I lost the lust Demons feasted with my flesh Angels turned their back on me Lost and cursed forever A mortal body without heart and soul All I have is the empty book A memory bitter than a nightmare A story never finished A dream for my lost heart and soul

The power to pretend to hide myself behind a mask All the faces that I use All the lies that I tell I only wish for a single moment of rest, moment of peace Where I can sleep and dream again Where no more lies will be told I hate to pretend And I'm still doing it I hate this place called reality But here I have to stay I only wish to put the mask away to have another dream about the sirens, about the wind the land called Fantasy the place I want to be my reality

The theater will open again My love songs will finish today no more pain No memory from you I'll save My heart forever I'll bury in lonely grave Sweet song tonight I'll sing About the little puppet on a golden string The deadliest poison she will drink In order about her love not to think For her love she is now in Hell Locked in the coldest cell Her soul is now just an empty shell Bound to stay here forever by a spell That's just like our story my dear Tonight I'll lie on the sharpest spear And from life I'll forever disappear

Just one more minute Just another hour I'll stay alone in the dark I'll stay and pray that you will come You never came Just one more day Just another month Before I say good-bye forever Before I forget your name I could never do that Just one more word Just one kiss And you can bring my smile back And you can make me dream again You will never do that Just one final pray Just one final desire Forgive me for loving you Forgive me this one thing

No one to wipe my tears No one to see my pain You and her But no place for me For your heart I'll always long Every night for you I'll weep Even when you are with her Of you I'll dream The only cure of my loneliness This embrace of yours Just stay with me a bit longer Just give me a moment more This pain will never fade Your words will never be forgotten Grand me one last wish Stay with me for the night Leave her in the empty bed Show her my loneliness

I drew a crown of bitter rues To run from gods of want Intoxicated with lure's perfume Asphyxiated dreary haunt Wanton thoughts bled through and through, And silvered blood ran cold. Cold collapsed amidst warmth and bliss As ecstasy seeped from fair legs' mold. And risen from the foams of earth Came a holy psalm. There she dawned from deep within Blackened gold gracing calm She whispered past with whiffling hair As angels cried the sunrise Sunsets' colors rendered a calamity As Earth and stars fell in demise. And there I knew that through and through I'd never bleed the same With thoughts of sorrow, and joy, and love The Po

Take your drink down your throat and raise your fist, Yeah, hit her, hit her, does it make you feel good? Does the drink make you a man? Her diamond eyes crack more and more with every yell, With every hit, Shes dying on the inside and you were supposed to be her salvation, Your just the cancer and your the monster in her nightmare, Hit your bottle on the dry wall, Throw your punches, Blacken her eye and make her bleed, Close your eyes now love he won't hurt you much longer, The children cry and the angels cry, She lays broken and abused, taking her last breath, Some nights I regret I was to late, Some days I wish I was there be

I see infinity lying at my fingertips When the moon rises and the stars quip In their speechless tongue, Measured in nanometers and wrung From the union of basic simplicity, The language of our complicity In mysteries billions of times Beyond our scale and sublime Before our minds ever existed: We are small, yet we persisted In walking out of ourselves Into foreign gravities, to delve Deeper into the words stars shine Into our eyes and trace their lines Back to the beginning, so that one day We may see a foreign sunrise and say "It's beautiful" in the company Of others from another place, and finally Know why everything came

I cannot stand hypocrisy, though I know I'm guilty of it. I care nothing for dishonesty, but I've told a lie or two. I do not condone betrayal, yet I've set a few fires along the way. I would never blame another if the blame was mine to take. My intention was never to hurt you, but it happened just the same. I do not expect forgiveness, I doubt I could give it either way. I would never claim perfection, though I am a perfectionist. It means I never finish anything, because I'm never happy with how it ends. So I guess you could say I'm far from perfect. I would certainly agree. At least I'm honest about it, just as sure as the word

Words have power. The power to persuade, power to enlighten, power to confuse, power to mislead. Power to control. To wield this force, to have it mend to my will is what I seek as a writer. I wish to move the masses, spark their minds, ignite any emotion I choose simply through the power of my pen flowing with the creativity of my mind, sourced from the combination of life's experience and the brain's well of imagination. I wish to provide shock and awe, comedy and drama, tales of romance and frivolity, and in return have the masses learn of a part of me. See into my soul. Know who I am. See what sets me apart from others who express the