tirsdag den 18. november 2008

Beautiful Sleep

Nothing hasn't been hotter before. The bodies never seemed better and look at those guys begging for more. For girls it doesn't really matter. All the drinks cots no more than a coint. For those wild people it's best to roll a joint. The dancers dance to me. Make me enjoy the view.

Stolen, kidnapped and captured.
Getting near to steadyness they are.
The body stays still. I consider what kind of dream they'd having, a nightmare is always near.
And I don't want to move on to another. It is strange thatI can't see your eyes tonight, those beautiful eyes just for me to watch all day long.
Your smile isn't there when you are sleeping and already I am missing you laughter.
"Click" you say, I'm loving it everytime. You'll all say I am a weird guy, all the living has odd sides. You're my Sleeping Beauty.
You pretend you made it up
because it's a girl
It isn't the final cup
and the girl isn't a pearl
You knew it from the start
that she hated you for playing a long
Keep it up, dream about it and never wonder if it doesn't make you a star.
If they hear you do it, it'll only make you famous enough that the rumours are started.
I wonder my song would be famous if I ever play it to the people. I love it though. My eyes are not tired, if they are I would be sleeping already by now. Lying here, Sleeping Beauty of the night I miss. Ignoring its wonderful quitness. THe girl stands there watching others do their lives without regrets, she is the opposite of them. But she is wonderful to me, however she looks and thinks about me. I'd like her anyway. I am different than all other you guys. I write so different that you'll hit me with a stone, maybe it ain't pretty or understandable at all. I think I sometimes write all crap. Maybe my head is full of crap. Perhaps it just have to get out, who knows. Anyway her hair is long and looks deebly wonderful, so smooth and so exotic. Erotically, she is the best I've ever had. She kisses me like I am a virgin, she touches me like I am the only one and she smiles at me like I am the only one that can make her smile. It sorrounds us all with its greatness and charity. Am I just bit Crazy?
Sincerely
Mario Lyberth

2 kommentarer:

Anonym sagde ...

.. deeply you touch my darkhearted bitterness.. all the broken pieces is begging you to never stop writtin' !!

CursedCain sagde ...

I'll never stop, thanks to everyone who reads my blog...