The devil's nest

I need a deep breath of pure air
before stepping in the devil's nest
full of toxic and poisonous gas
that is hot like hell itself.
I am searching for the sinner
the one that keeps me alive
while killing me slowly
with the devil's kiss.
My eyes turned red at the gate
of my greatest nightmare
and every step towards the world of misery
brings bloody tears to them.
How can i get what i want
if i don't walk deeper in this place
where wars seem like fairy tale stories
and sadness is equal to calmness.
I am going left to make it right
while red snow covers the nest
and the sinner lays awake
on the burnt grass.
Her knowing eyes meet mine for the last time
as i kneel down by her side
and before her smile fades away
everything is over.
Now my soul can break through the wall
that this world's lies created
and fly free with the elements
hugging my lost innocence. 

Hostage of your love

I can't remember how it happened.
Was it that charming smile of yours
or the will of yours to protect me?
Maybe it was that want, that desire
in the labyrithm of your eyes
and suddenly i am a hostage of your love
running,chasing after what once was mine
my own self.
You slipped inside of me,
charmed my broken heart
took it far away of me
and while leaving you broke it
into a million pieces letting it bleed.

Love is a soul-eater
a beast that wears a golden mask
and yet no matter the pain
i want to be the beauty
that will change it into a charming prince.
Love leaded the darkness in my life
but i don't need light to shape your face
i have two bright mirrors, two brown eyes
to reflect your leaving form.

I want to believe that somewhere out there
someone is thinking of me without knowing me
and this someone will come to the tower
that you locked me without care
and that this someone will be my fellow
my protector and friend in the battle i started
a battle that the bad dragon is a feeling,
a black rose made by anger, agony and misery.
We will win against hate and find true love
the most beautiful flower in the world.

Holding this magic flower
singing the lost hymn of care
we will heal what was hurt
save what was dead and gone
and light this dying world of mine.
And till then i will draw your gorgeous eyes
on the walls of my prison.
And even then i will remember the whisper in my ears
and the soft summer breeze that was following you.

True love is my wonderful rose
that lives inside of me.
And one day someone will for real touch
its golden petals with their holy lips
and will give me a whole new purpoce
a whole new meaning.
I still hope it will be you...

I am still a hostage of your love

running,chasing after what once was mine

my own self.