...where were you 
during my days of peace,
she said

...in the beauties of decadence,
Les Années Folles always lead to war.

                                                ...Toffears

...I fought.
I did what I could.
My nemesis,
face to face,
the coward.
I fought.

The mirror cracked.

                 ...Toffears

...if I ever cursed your name in whispers,
then I humbly bow in shame.
...if I ever struck your love in anger,
then I beg you do the same.

I was held down by your beauty
and by your clothes of nothing-more...
...by the window and the rain...
...the belief I was your whore.

I have forgotten nothing of our moments,
of your white dress 
and of your name.

There are regrets with every loss
and today,
mine are at shame.

I am not aksing for forgiveness,
nor am I yearning for your voice,
in our lust we were both guilty,
in our vice and in our choice.

...a silhouette is torn upon my Soul,
much like the heart you broke for me.
I was the Liar, you were the Thief...
isn't it time we Ghostwrote free...?

                                                ...Toffears

...forgiveness has no Past.

You seek nothing from me,
other than my silence
​and submission.

                              ...Toffears

...straight,
forward,
up the hill and down again,
with water and rain,
a one-way path.

We smelt the blood flow,
tasting immortal immorality.

                               ...Toffears

...I can lie to myself, but not to you.
Picking up the pieces of your broken promises.

                                                               ...Toffears

...your crippled words were noticed
and the loss came to a void.

Escaping each other from what was expected,
to and fro, until all doors we closed.

                                                              ...Toffears

...and the smoke in your eyes
covers the sun,
while the glass of wine
drowns another fool.

Hope forbids you pain,
though you'll write it
in blood and love.

                                  ...Toffears

...should we believe in Dreams
to know we are Alive
?

...should we believe in God
with a beer(d) in the Sky
?

...should we believe in Love
when we all burn with Desire
?

...should we believe in Birth
as if our Souls materialise
?

...should we believe in Hatred
or give Empathy a try
?

...should we live without Compassion,
as our Nature is to Lie
?

...should we believe in us
as we still will fake a smile?

...should we believe in you...?
​
You, who are so great,
yet will take no side?

 ...Toffears

...how hollow may we be
without friends,
no purpose,
 no family.

Unwatered trees, drown.
Fruits bare, but never ripen.
Flowers wither, unbloomed.

A Streem to a River,
flowing to the Sea,
thriving to an Ocean,
but a Swamp
or a Puddle.

Sefless and Destitute.
A phantom
aimlessly wandering
through Natural Creation
to (k)nowhere...

                            ...Toffears

...when that moment comes
and the embrace of Night
brings you peace,
Smile.

Smile and Love

For what is about to come
is unknown
and within, lies a memory.

...and all will go quiet.

                             ...Toffears

...Image,
because of what it stands for.

A shadow you carry,
a wish to Seem
but cannot be.

A search for the Self
among Conformity,
a Poison you share
with your identity.

...Image,
because of what it is
and of the instability it creates...

                                      ...Toffears

...I close my eyes and take a dream.
Lost in a World, another Scene...
Just an illusion...

                                             ...Toffears

...conscience is not an option,
it is a manufactured Guilt Process.

                                          ...Toffears

...I own you!
You are Mind!
There is no Escape,
no Freedom of Action,
every thought be my will.

Tell me the truth
and I will make it mine.

                          ...Toffears