4am

[...]

if i don't make it know that
i've loved you all along
just like sunny days that
we ignore because
we're all dumb & jaded
and i hope to god i figure out
what's wrong

[...]


our lady peace

... in progress

side a
track three
on some record of me

...

no one shall stay here
no one shall leave

i must tell you about how it will all begin

wake up.first.

dreams will not do
past thoughts,

childish feelings

let down the curtains
new shows,
new boundaries lie ahead

and when you're there never look back

it started.

dance with angels beneath the moon

calm and serene

surrounded.

everything is relentlessly fading

...

the track is done

you may take a nap,
have a glance of that past

meanwhile,

you may stay now
or leave

the rest of the record
is still to be done

on the verge ...

does it hurt to die?

she randomly asked herself
...many times

sitting on the window edge

she needed to know
the feeling
the sight
the smell


does death smell?

this empty feeling she had inside
was that it?

is it the taste of blood in the mouth?

the numbness of senses?

she did die once ... in dreams
it felt warm
warmth starts to spread through your veins
sweeping every single cell

till the last drop

she wanted to know
if dreams come true
if dreams were true


she jumped.

fr::zen

a horror story
a ruthless romance

a fairy tale

winter...
isn't it back too soon

deep into the forest
lies a frozen lake

seldom we've been there

seldom we hanged

from dead trees
till light broke through

her reflection still lures along the surface

frozen moments

snap shots
captured with human lens
never to be erased again

can you do that?

she has wings now
she can fly

the winds still whisper her name
trees miss her soft words

...

she flew away
...
(to another gray planet)

this painting was done by a friend, an artist!

lover, you should've come over

lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
my body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

its never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
its never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
its never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
its never over, shes the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

well maybe i'm just too young
to keep good love from going wrong

... lover, you should've come over

cause its not too late


jeff buckley