If These Trees Could Talk

If these trees could talk,
They would speak of you and I,
They would spill words for your immortale grace
And waste the same for this atrocious soul of mine.

Tonight silence broke my cruel heart,
The air became skin-tight and the sky fell apart,
Today is the day I realized what I’ve lost,
Every little piece that I have tossed,
Trudging slowly infront of my eyes,
With nothing more than violent goodbyes.

If this sky could talk,
It wouldn’t open it’s winsome mouth,
For silence is what collides the deaf
And their pity hearts full of ravishing passion

I said:
“Wouldn’t it be great to strangle all the foolish words,
Replace them with a stare which says it all
And what a great world that would be
Such a shame I belong in a foolish state of humanity.”

An answer was nowhere near
For I was sharing dreams with my own blended mind
And reality struck to my heart’s race
So the clash shall never again exist
Only a ruthless battle of my mental state
With a pinch of misery that lies ahead till the end of my time.

If my soul could speak,
It would ring a million words of love and disgust,
My silent laugh would echo through eternity
As my stare screams a mellifluous sound of epiphany.

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Let Me Open The Gates Of Another Galaxy

I want to choke myself

Just to see what it feels like.

I want to cut my wrists

Just so I can feel the desire to sleep.

I want to look from above, from the sizzling sky

Just to feel the presence of another lonely soul.

I want to be born again,

This time from the love of flowers and death.

I shall live on another galaxy

Where I can hear the rain echo through existence

And where love travels through eternity,

From every cell to a lonely heart,

Ringing on the bells of a troubled mind,

It shall give hope for a better day.

A day where we are just an illusion,

An illusion of broken hearts finally finding peace of mind,

Somewhere across the distance,

Or maybe under a pillow at night.