Music, lyrics, escapes...

I have a little idea that I have written that I would like to share a few songs, with their lyrics right below it. I've done that with Stone Sour's amazing "Through Glass" and Doro Pesch's awesome "Heaven I See". Both great songs, from great artists. Both lyrics have touched me in different and special ways.
The first one, has a lot saying by itself.
The second song... well, it speaks about love. Loving the person for what he / she is. Forgiving the bad things. Holding in the arms and supporting through the bad times. Inner hell burns. It feels like heaven.
Maybe madness heals madness.
Similarity annoys me. In fact, I feel quite disturbed by people who are very alike me.
This has been just an idea. I can't remember if I have really typed about such idea or if it just stayed inside my mind. But the thing has started working. And I think that it'll happen more times, when I am feeling like it.
One way to allow my inner demon to rule his hell, is to unleashing my desires. And lately, my desires are filled with typing, eventhough if it is just here. To vent. To allow hell to burn. I wish I could still do this out of painting. Poetry, diary pages between poems and my blogs have to fit it nowadays. Or I'll go nuts. I can't lose these things too, or I'll go mad once and for all. When / if complete disturbia shit hits the fan... run for your lives! Bad things are going to happen. Very bad things are going to happen to whoever crosses my path whenever I don't have a escape from this reality.

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