alonevil

J-Party

There’s no silence
when I think about you
it’s like a party
maybe it’s like a Ozzfest concert
or a rave
have a lot of noise
have a lot of light
also
have a lot of peace
and a lot of confusion
Yeah, have a lot of contradiction
cos, you brought so much life inside of this
maniac-fake-poet-full of love
love? yeah…now I admit that I adore
feel this insane butterflies, so alive
thankful for BMTH lyrics do not have too much sense
and Incubus or Jack Johnson…well, now I understand
good vibes,
love for little things, no need of lies
appreciate a sunshine
with you by my side
it’s so wonderful that make me question
as I lived so long
without your hand holding my hand
and your smile bring me the true peace
that I always question myself “if it really exist?”

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alonevil

Ghost and his point of view (pt. 10)

I stare, alone
kids playing, until sun fading
and I go deep, through my memories
trying to reach the feeling
of my feet into the sand, running from my father
playing hide and seek
hoping to find him quick…

but…theres nothing for me
theres nothing here
only a dark room
without any thing, only the certain of my doom
I running from you
I played hide and seek with no one
cos, nobody cares to find
who never leave his hidding place, inside his mind

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alonevil

Modern care…0r “If you will share your wounds, please, use Earlybird filter”

Nobody cares
If you are angry or sad
only if you share
with a hipster picture in snap or Instagram
even when you cry or cut out your finger
or, even worse, think about pull the trigger
if it not in the social network
nobody give a damn fuck
so…
how someone who already die
to all these “living eyes”
will find help and don’t be denied?

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alonevil

No regrets from a attempt failed

I tear my skin
trying to find an end
to all this pain
trying to find the source of my sins
but I find a battle inside of me
love and chaos, hate and hope
insanity and pretend, the perfect kind of camouflage
to make everyone stay away
of this wild animal imprisoned in this cage
many tears, screams and a rope
will put it in my neck
or use to be pulled out of this hole?

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alonevil

Seek sick sic

It could be so different
using less reason, listen more the heart
screaming without doubt
about feelings, not the result
feelings that we must care about
mindfreak, mind threat, mind sick
we are slaves of a constant agony
of be perfect, of have things
can you hold the miss?
can you touch the silence?
bring out the pleas
of a perfect harmony
of soul and heart, of heart and mind
or you trust to be lead by the blind?

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