Goodbye (poem) - Emilie Autumn

And so I've said too much and not enough
And so the play is finally at an end
You never had the care to call my bluff,
and so I must be pleased to be your friend
But what then was the purpose of this game?
I never really had a chance to win
It's true, I rather like who I became
But what am I to do with who I've been?
For I may wish to meet myself someday
among the ashes of a fire long dead
To see my shadow there and hear it say
that it was happy with the life it led
What emptiness awaits me? This I fear
Far more than any peril I might face
My purpose in this world became less clear
When you were taken from your cherished place
Within my wishing heart and went your way
So willingly it almost makes me ill
To think it never crossed your mind to stay
Pushes the dagger deep, completes the kill
And yet how much of this was done by me?
Had I the courage would you still have flown?
How sad to think this was not destiny
But my mistake, yet how could I have known?
Now here is my dilemma, as it seems
Do I accept the score that fate has set,
And calmly watch the passing of my dreams
Or do I dare to place another bet
That where the curtain falls another rises
If I am wrong then strike me for my sins
But I believe our acts and thin disguises
Were but a prologue to what now begins...











[My reasons to live
were my reasons to die.
But at least they were mine.]









[So much more I wanted to give
to the ones who love me
I'm sorry.
Time will tell
this bitter farawell
I live no more to shame nor me
nor you
and you
I wish I didn't feel for you anymore...]


















[ A little second hand faith
A line upon my palm that I can just erase
'Cause I need to believe in a hierarchic grace
I can do without a book I'll never read
Second hand faith is all I need ]







Te amo. Perdón.


[chaufer]

Can we live togheter, without them, forever?

Don't play games with me, I'm not your toy. I don't want this to take over me, I don't know how you do it, but you just do. Every little thing that you say just reaches my heart, and tears it apart. I'm afraid, I feel lonely, and you love me to feel this way. But you know what? I'm not lonely, not at all. I've got him, standing by my side, just the way it's ment to be. The way we are ment to be, without you in our way, you mean nothing. But I'm an idiot, and I played your games. Well, little nit, that's about to change. I'm sick of your shit. I'm done here.

Passive - A Perfect Circle [fragmento]

“Dead as dead can be,” my doctor tells me
But I just can’t believe him, never the optimistic one
I’m sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy.
[...]
I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been
It's your right and your ability
To become…my perfect enemy…