"Walking Down, Down the Row"
(alternative title: "Down, Down, Down the Row")
Every time I make that walk at
The hour when everyone waits to
Watch those who walk
I can see it in the eyes, following
With curiosity, then glaring with jealousy.
I can hear it in their voices,
Excited at their sight of me,
Gossiping to see what I will choose to do.
I can feel it in their heat, rising,
As they sit up in the chairs to watch.
Why do they care?
Behind the Door (villanelle)
What will I be on the other side of this door?
With many possibilities, which way will I go?
I want to be unlike any woman before.
In small fractions of my life, I bore
Without having enough skills to know.
What will I be on the other side of this door?
I could write till I rot or sing till my throat's sore,
Embrace my femininity a la Marilyn Monroe.
I want to be unlike any other woman before.
If I choose this way, I'd have to leave behind more.
I need to hurry up and choose or else die slow(ly).
What will I be on the other side of this door?
I reach for skies, yet I'm still on the floor.
Maybe I'll just enjoy my life, go with the flow.
I still want to be unlike any other woman before.
Why stop, go through now, when I could be so much more?
Correct me if I'm wrong; I still have room to grow.
What will I be on the other side of this door?
I will be unlike any great woman before.
"Darkness" Intro
Teach me how to stop.
You were first to learn how
to quit this addiction.
Once you stopped it was I
who was left suffering withdrawal.
What could you be doing?
I am stuck in a black hole.
Come find me quickly.
I'll look for your white figure.
Lift me from these seas
of tears cried in vulnerability.
I confess for my faults;
I have weakened myself for you.
You must remain by my side,
Or do you let girls drown in regret?
Find me now, I order you.
If you're gone now, what will happen
when I'm desperate?
My wrath tempts me to torture you,
only if I have enough power
left after you've cut all ties.
Hold me once
more before I make my decision.
Do what you're dying to do.
I can feel the tension like
the sun's gravity.
I shall strip myself of any doubt,
dive into an abyss with faith
that you'll follow.
"Curse of My Lover's Vigil"
I am
Perfect
in his observation.
He could not prevent
Opposite Attraction.
I felt lured before I met him,
not thinking I'd upset him--
Early occurance took a wrong
turn, leaving me mourning in song:
Ah!
Don't leave me. I lack the
strength, for dependency
takes o'er me. Love's not free,
Can you see? I love thee!
I know what he aims to do,
as I try to contain my affluent feelings.
He'll hold his breath till his soul's blue.
I'm not capable of hiding once I knew
That his eye considered my heart endearing.
...We will never be; we loved before we grew.
"Hell's Valleys"
He made me
feel like I belonged in some purgatory to repent
for what I'd done in result of so much pain.
I could not handle dark imprisonment as he...
What was he thinking?
If I could not live in chains for that
Extensive time, I would rather die than wait.
Many men placed knives in
front of me; I picked the one with his crest.
He still remembers every time he sees it.
Successful suicide,
he must have felt a strike of guilt,
which he hides as well as his secretive heart.
I suffer as a soul in Hell as I await
for him to resurect me.
At least some come
to visit my damaged spirit.
I pay homage as done in back alleys
like in the dark streets of Tokyo:
no one sees; no one's harmed,
Only their repressed knowledge torments.
Take Me (English/Shakespearean)
Why let me fly when you can hold me down?
You could save trouble, keep me home, so look:
I gave to you a pedestal and crown
To make me yours. Since I saw that you took
Them, I shall try to kill my pride inside.
I need you as the mind controlling me
To take me for an entertaining ride.
My spir't grows tiresome leading constantly.
Because I've climbed high, I refuse to fall.
Sometimes I think that I expect too much
When I sit waiting for his late phone call.
Though maybe if I accept how life is such,
Accepting that my role here is to lead,
Will I be happy once my heart is freed?
Drowned (Italian)
Must I regret commiting that one sin?
Regretting cannot take its weight away
from my soul. I still try to sezie today,
pretending to be what I could have been.
Once I hit ocean floors, my blood went thin,
it causing my unconscious self-decay
Of will to live in righteousness. I pray
for ways to heal my mind of its chagrin,
Yet optimisim makes me feel unsure
Of faith's pretense to which my feelings hold
In desperate attempt to find my ground.
I know that if I step back and endure
A new perspective to replace the old,
May I leave haunting times that kept me bound.
I'm soaked with raindrops
from your one-time shower, storms
of crazy night love.
Keep me from myself. Let destiny emerge during dawn of tomorrow.
Bring it to me. I cannot go, for the curse
of my actions will once again provoke trouble.
Oh, destiny! Bring forth your mercy now!