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Darkly Dreaming Demographic.

Where weird shit hits bizarre fans.

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Ryk Brink

Writer, gamer, any other sucker.

Poison tree

Let your honey harden me,

Oh, beautiful poison tree,

Your flower grows in me.

Let your sorrows grow,

Take away my blood and home,

Deep inside of me.

Tiny poison tree,

Eyes beautiful like my dreams,

Turn me into a…

Let me be

Why, why can’t I sleep?

Why, why won’t you let me be?

When you’re next to me?

Why, why can’t I speak?

Lies when you’re talking to me,

When you’re in my dreams?

Please, please let me be,

Why, why won’t you let me be?

Wont you let me be.

Boys don’t cry

I would say sorry,

Thought that it would change your mind,

I have said too much.

Cover it all up,

I try to laugh about it,

Hide tears in my eyes.

Misjudged your limits,

Thought that you needed me more,

Just keep on laughing.

Soft porn

Pick up the fucking…

Phone, need the warmth of your tone,

I reach for her kiss.

This is demon bliss,

And this is isolation,

I reach for her kiss.

I’d sink in salt babe,

Babe, let it take me instead,

Could I reach for a…

Cellophane

They wanna see us,

They wanna see us apart,

See us all alone.

I get overwhelmed,

I just want to feel you’re there,

There’s no one to tell.

Feelings that we had

Didn’t I do it for you?

Wrapped in cellophane.

Give me something

What’s the truth, give me…

What you say tells me nothing,

Lost the way, lost all…

Trying to save it,

All that we gave, was wasted?

Broke, only one hope.

Just give me something,

To hold onto, got nothing,

Oh since I lost you.

Spending more time

Drifting, falling, weightlessly,

In a warm embrace waking,

Feeling ever gratefully,

Of your acquaintance making.

Your smile it is radiant,

Your lips a cherry blossom,

Your affections ambient,

Like coloured leaves of autumn.

One bles-sed word recovers,

The curse of sorrow lifting,

A new world to discover,

With you in my arms drifting.

Interlude

Time is like a dream,

Now for a time you are mine,

Who knows if it’s real?

Or just something we’re…

What seems like an interlude,

Could be beginning,

Beginning of love,

Much more than my heart can hold,

I could not grow old.

Nervous

Nothing feels right for…

… no reason, don’t understand,

Why? Why you’re leaving.

Is it real, is it…

Will I be this way until…

All just in my mind?

Nothing feels right but…

I’m trying, don’t understand,

Why? Why you’re crying.

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