tres images et tres moments|colin

3 images| 3 moments | Colin Maynes
Moment 1 (Pectus Pectoris Effrego)
Heartbreak incarnate
I'm nothing, only your memories
Your Heartache, let me be your joy and pain.
Please let me haunt you as scent on your pillow.
Say you live for me, but I am gone.
Ghost on a stage.
Destroyed by a single kiss
I write you from between dreams and life.
You read and cry
Our hearache flows like a river of crushed velvet
Into sands of time.

Moment 2 (Propinquus quod Lacrima)
I am broken,
Nothing left but dried water.
Ash and Sand
Mix with the breath of the living.
I am memory.
Pour your waterfall sins into me.
My silver shimmering soul becomes a void.
I am the blanket of cold,
And Guilt chills.
Lives incomplete and memories
Flutter as dying moths trying to reach the candle.
Cold is feeling and
Rapture the Epitome.
Havok the dream.

Moment 3 (Decumbo Divum)
Dust and Nations fall as
This kiss goes on forever.
Your lips leave and the tender
Departure is the beautiful goodbye.
I need a ticket for two,
But I can only pay the ferryman
With one coin.
I fall, dark and cold poured upon me.
The sun will never warm my fingers again.
The Way is not light but Love.
I know the truth now, my imagined pain
Disappears and "I" become Energy and Ether
Everywhere and nowhere,
But only in your mind.

Image 1 (Estrellas parecen mas bonita que el Sol)
Night falls and I ask you,
My love, "what is Real?"
You disappear and stars fill your void.
Time swallows me and
Nurses my heartache to misery.
I scream at the abyss of night and realize the you,
My love, are the universe.
The Reality I have come to be.
The perception which has become my realization.


Image 2 (Foraminis)
I am the Soul of Nothing,
The black stars at night,
The dried Sea.
Existence only Percetion.
Souls of the dead will not rise.
Tombstones will crumble and
Fall and "I" will never Sleep.

Image 3 (337)
Will I ever exist?
I am abandoned, never remembered.
Smoke in a hurricane.
Who will sing my song?
Defeatist, are never wrong.
I will cut deeper inside to reveal
What true emotions look like on tile.
Life slips and so do I.
Self Damnation,
I will not be buried inside these walls.
But remembered inside your walls.
Memories are black and white.