Inner thoughts

Nylia J. Swann

Ancien membre

The Apocalypse is Loneliness ;
When you realise some people can only stay in your heart…

The Apocalypse is Oblivion ;
When you wonder if they sometimes think of you…

The Apocalypse is Nothingness ;
When you’d rather be miserable than indifferent…

The Apocalypse is Fire ;
When hatred is consuming you…

The Apocalypse is Water ;
When what keeps us alive becomes destructive…

The Apocalypse is Air ;
When the saviour becomes the traitor…

The Apocalypse is Earth ;
When it brutally decides to crumble…

Because in the end
Everything will return to dust -no !- none.

And one will have to face the inevitable truth ;
Nothing really matters but what’s important
For us, insignificant but noticeable little bugs,
Human beings.

- Shhh, she's coming, she's coming !

Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce

The only one who will save you all,
The only one who will make you carry on
The only one who will never betray you,
For she inhabits within you.

Welcome the one and only
Hope !

***

Applause. And there appeared
The only one whom everyone feared ;
Saving Light.

For some reason, she wasn't welcome
And no one actually believed in her.
They were jealous.

Few were the ones to recognise her beauty
Was not a mask.

Few were the ones to admire her,
Yet the purest creature,
Saving Light.

He was smiling, that day.
He was smiling because of her.

She was crying, that night.
She was crying because of him.

***

She was smiling, that day.
She was smiling because of him.

He was crying, that night.
He was crying because of her.

***

All that was left now was hope.

They were hoping, at this moment.
They were hoping for a good timing.

But sometimes the timing
Is just not on time
And when it's time for one
It is too late for the other.

Part I : Then

It was
A goodbye, highly unexpected
A goodbye, really not accepted
A goodbye, many times repeated !

Honey, let me tell you a story
About you, me, and this tragic -oh so relieving- destiny.

It was
You, unfortunate baby
You, rising boy
You, mixing with hatred
You, cruel -oh so brutal- lover.

And it was
Me, unfortunate baby
Me, rising girl
Me, mixing with pain
Me, naive -oh so stupid- lover.

For a while,
You stayed, trying
I stayed, coping
And we stayed, hoping
What was all of it for ?

Needed was courage
To open our eyes
To take out the garbage
And admit Demise.

Part II : Now

It is
You, unfortunate and shipwrecked soul
You, lost in well-known first love’s despair
You, rubbing shoulders with hatred again
You, evolving in the wrong way
I’m sorry, baby, it was you or me.

It is
Me, liberated and breathing soul
Me, wandering in well-known guilt’s labyrinth
Me, rubbing shoulders with pain again
Me, evolving in -at least- some way
I’m sorry, baby, no choice you let me.

Part III : Exhalation

Always making a good impression
Yet so manipulative.

Always having the right words
Yet so violent.

I like to think of you as my equal
Yet this will of revenge is
Eroding me, eating me alive

So here I am,
Making sense out of nonsense
Chaos in my head.

Here I am,
Standing on my own
Going on a journey to closure.

Here I am,
Engaging in this fight of mine
Going on a journey to recover.

Nylia J. Swann

Ancien membre

The ones you love are the ones you hurt.
Though it was the last thing you wanted
Heartbreakers too have a heart,
This is to be admitted.

Don’t know what I am doing,
But surely am I living
Hurting, smiling, loving, crying
So goes the human being.

Hello lover,
Meet the only thing I have to offer;
My ally and partner in crime, invincible will
Introduced by someone I love;
Virtuous Will.

Though perfection is out of reach
Good and Love I will always preach.
What will I do when my heart and mind combine?
I know the choice is mine.