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There are killers on the road

zeero — Sun, 04 Apr 2010 11:22:07 +0000

The memories of memories
Gives the drops of time within us
It’s the day and the nights
Knocking on the alter of the forgotten past
And the smell of complication is rising from the piano

There are killers on the road
There’s is passion is the sky of diaspora
The piano man is crawling on the notes
Shooting blood into the heart

Behind the eyes, the stories are hiding
Down the cost of summer waves
Standing of the edge
Spreading mirrors across life

The memories of memories belong to us
Speaking black and white
And the piano man is crawling on the notes
Shooting blood into the heart

I remember

zeero — Fri, 05 Mar 2010 19:18:58 +0000

On the highway of insanity
I wish the birds to drink the drops of naked demons
Dancing in the dark
In the middle of life
I see you deep inside my memories
And I remember how it was to climb the mountains of hell
To suck the bitterness of every rock
To sleep inside my self
I remember the breakdown of humanity

Fly away

zeero — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 13:57:29 +0000

Inside your head
There’s a secret
Wondering upon the silence
And I know
The time had come
To spread the wings
And fly away

Moments of passion
Between the waves of a man
You’re soft like the night
And I’m the darkness
Sliding through sounds of howling tears

Inside your head
There’s a secret
Imploring on my touch
To embrace the velvet lips
And I know it now sweet baby
The time had come
To spread the wings
And fly away

Fly away

Pages sliding by
Between the waves of a man
The night is playing our song
And we’re fading
To the other side of who we are
Spreading wings
And flying away

I’ll never wake up

zeero — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 21:45:48 +0000

It’s in my eyes
It’s in those ways across your body
And where the kiss lies
It’s fading away the pain

It’s in my hands
The softness of your dreams
And where the music plays
I’ll never wake up

Come home

zeero — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 11:38:57 +0000

When my love to you is gushing
Singing tears to the river
I know the shiver of fear
Stripping me with pain
The rain is hiding me between his hands
I can scream and stop time

Come home
In the end of things
We will be good
There is nothing in the shadows

To the morning
I’ll be there

I’m hanging between the words and silence
The heart is beating on the river
With the motion of the body
The street is frozen
Like the picture of yesterday

I believe in this thing called love
I believe is you

(So), come home baby
In the end of things
We will be good
There is nothing in the shadows
To the morning
I’ll be with you

When I had you for the first time
I couldn’t stop thinking about your face
How can I know the sadness of goodbye
And I didn’t see you melting inside of me

Come home

The shadow of blue

zeero — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 10:12:55 +0000

Alone in the shadow of blue
The scarecrow is picking up the sky
And he doesn’t mind the tale of madness
The devil’s kitchen is full
Souls, boiling on the sins of past
It’s just another day in hell
Thunder enters the room
It’s the dawn of storm
Conquered by the day of solstice
There’s something in the uncertainty of blue
Something louder then the scream of words

Moonstones

zeero — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 11:57:37 +0000

In a meaner of speaking
I’ll sacrifice my wishes to your love
You make it easy for my heart to be free

We’re demons in the image of man
Walking between the presentation of immaculate mind
Golden dust is washing the road
Creating shapes of rabbit holes
We’re diving to a reality of freedom

Everything you ask
I’ll bring to your lips
There are not hidden words in the moonstones

The lost of the collective

zeero — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 18:22:44 +0000

With anger I shall throw my arrows at the seagulls
While they beat my other heart
Sulphur and smoke
I will send them
Trample the illusion of their wings
My steps are nothing but a hush
And my idea of life is based upon mistake
That my past can hint the future
It’s the stupidity of society
Trapped in the conclusion
That everything around
Depends on others
My teacher, is the future
My arrows racing
As a human beasts
Sectioning corpse of new age philosophers
Hushing their voices
That is no wind moving but the lost of the collective
She is standing on the rock
In front of sea
My hands
Rips her innocence
Between the moons on the night
I can feel the blood of virgin
Flowing to the waves of tombstone
Tombstone of absentmindedness
To the trumpet shout
I let her body
To float on butterflies
That the blessing of life
Is not the tears of girl
The citizen of my city
Are lost
And listening to the sound of bells
Their heart is silence
And slaves they are
Now
I grow up between the question and the silence
I gave my heart to crush the rocks

The crazy moment Is mentally unstable

zeero — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 11:07:50 +0000

The ground is burning
With lips of sweetness

Death

I can’t reach the voices in my head
And the rain is floating on ember

Keep pushing life
Making rivers between the rumours of resurrection
And it ain’t nothing but the rain
Slivering my dreams

The ground in burning
Promises breaking blood

I know, there is something going on
Inside the dying club of my existence

The crazy moment
Is mentally unstable
I’m surrounded by faceless people
Can’t get away
Can’t stay

Keep pushing life
Making rivers between the embers glow
And it ain’t nothing but the rain
Watering my soul

I dance stage

zeero — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 14:14:56 +0000

I dance stage

The blood is running the storm
The more I want the more I forget
And before the show it come to me
Got to get him our of my head
Myself is killing me
Where is the girl
When is the beauty blush with blood
Please listen carefully to my words
It’s the last chance
To live