Heaven

half of who inspired me..

Ma tunnen end kui taevas,
su käte vahel kui jumal.
Mida ma küll teen,
ma ei tea, 
kuid tundub, et meeldib.
Ma ei taha iial lahkuda,
siin kõrgel on liialt hea.
Sest ma tunnen end kui taevas,
su käte vahel.
Säärast rahu pole ammu saand,
et niisama olla, soojas, kaisus.
Nii väga tahetud,
justkui ujuks su tähelepanu sees..
Ja kui mul õnnestub, siis nii ma teen,
et kui mind puutud, siis põleksid.
Viimase piirini, 
edasigi veel viiksin sind.
Seejuures mõeldes, mis teeksid siis,
kui su enda kord oleks ees..

Casualties in the Making

Honey, I'm bad for you.

You stare at me,

you watch me,

you bother me all the time.

I have a radar for hearts,

and honey, hold onto yours.

I'm bad for you when I'm like this.

I'm on a roll, rolling over all of you.

Leaving behind dust,

your bones cracked, your face waxed.

Keep your lips away from me,

I'm bad for you, you'll go down.

I'm sorry I feel like I'm dying,

but you should thank your brothers for it.

For making me poisonous,

Honey, my kisses are lethal.

First taste, first death,

I'm not done yet, and I'll leave you.

Honey, I'm bad for you.

I don't mean to be like this,

but when I'm done, I'm gone.

Keep your heart closed, hide it away,

if you want a taste of death,

be prepared to die.

Dangerous, Murderous.

Light up my cigarette,
watch it burn in the dark,
this night that drowns everything.
Only the smoke and your voice,
Which is most lethal, I can't decide,
for sure I will die,
but which will get me first, I can't decide..

Bad influences, 
fluent in languages unknown,
So enticing it's beyond me,
keeping my distance, I must blow you away.
A simple breath laced with poison,
this diversion has never done me good..

Nighttime adventures on streets strange,
from whence we came and where we went,
I've seemed to be able to forget,
but nightmares are crooks to remind you again.
I've been rolling rocks uphill,
I've been filling empty wells,
I've been wanting to blow smoke in your face.

You're not chasing me
and yet I'm running all the same.
Looks sent from over my shoulder,
the land is as barren there as in front.
But hey, you could come and have a seat,
I could share a word or two,
I could give you the time of day,
and then leave you gasping.

The sun is high, burning the skies,
and yet I reckon you still think it's night.
It's so cold it'd be impossible to burn,
but I'd love to, I'd die to see you try..
To light up my cigarette,
watch it burn, look straight in my eyes.
I dare say, it left a better taste.
And after I'm done, you may follow the trail of blood.

Something from my end-of-the-year nostalgia

And with my change of attitude,
would you be drawn nearer,
or thrust further into this abyss,
I call my lonelyness?
I hardly think things would change.
You'd keep on chasing others.

I'm not one for settling down.
I'm one for quiet time
for loud time, for any kind of time,
granted that it's well spent with you.
Granted that you enjoy it too.
But I can hardly see your face,
from behind the crowd you surround yourself with.

Before I became myself,
before I knew anything,
I hardly think you would've seen me at all.
But has it changed now that you do,
when you merely look, and avert your gaze?
Or ask a silent taste, then decide to keep chasing?

Your faces are plentyful,
and so are the words that spill from each mouth.
Sweet, melodious, soothing to hear.
I'd love to give in and trust,
and maybe I already have,
but how can I, when everything we do is lost?
Apart from distant memories that remain,
or was it supposed to be this way?
I'd gladly give you freedom
give you what you already have.
I only ask that you give me back what's mine.

But your kindness is where you are cruel.
Return me my coldheartedness,
return me my freedom,
you'd only relieve me of the pain I love.
By giving to you, I keep giving to me,
and doubt this ache will ever leave..

Unlike you.

Your faces are plentyful,
charming smiles, each better than the last.
Honey, I'd wish to stay,
but I'm familiar with this game you play.
I'm weak to your tricks,
as you are not to mine, so it seems.

Your faces are plentyful,
and I've loved a few of which I've seen.
You want me to go, that I see,
but you should know, I'll never be free.
I'm weak to your tricks,
as you are but to others', so it seems.
So it seems..

So I will let you sleep,
where you let me in and forgot to leave.
Will you come looking when you wake,
I can't know for sure,
but hope is all I can offer to you.
Your faces are so plentyful..