Photos on screens

Is.. This it?
The place i meant to be right now?
He talks, she talks. She answer, and i imagine.
Oh, how is it depressing..
I'm suffocating and.. And I am not sure if you are you.
Are you?
The images consume me, entirely. Why do i keep looking?
What a beautiful disaster..

Black Image

Happiness comes, and happiness goes.
With  a thousand hearts i wrote, the words that to you i've spoken. With a falling tear I've left, with my life to give I've came.
Rewinding the past, the dark monster in my head awakes. In my heart, the doom once again lurks. To see your black eyes in the dark, is to see the light in its shadow. The thought that once flew, the life that once lived, the future that once knew; all to the heart that once found happiness.

Undeniable Involuntary Wish

Crazy talks, cold nights. While your sudden smile surrounds me, your words fly through the now, while i launch my feelings to you within the waves, the cold waves that surrounds us. I paint the happiness in my mind, when i see your face. I paint the joy in my heart when your eyes turn into two black half-moons while you smile. The strong hug that heals my wounds and tie my scars, the warmth of your arms involves me, the touch of your eyes into my soul.
Time separates us. I wonder about us, it could be impossible. What if we try? Evident reasons break the line that tie us together. Will i one day have you? The cup that i drink now is empty, the heart which pumps my blood now is weak, the air that covers me is not breathable. I can hear the demise' footstep that echoes around this dark room.
What is real? The despair shoots the arrow that momentarily carves through my chest, making my surrounding and my senses turn inward. While i walk through this dark woods, i hear the song of the owls, and the murmur of the bats, as i hit against the giant pillar that sustains my life. I face the pieces that make me real, and they all tumble down.
Feeling for you, the never.

Everybody wants to hop in the same train. I can't think when i want to.

What in this word, is truly real?
Will we achieve the success by doing all this?
While the clocks eliminates time, while we work to get somewhere; will all this be worth it? What can we do if everything feels strange? If everything seems misplaced?

What makes you happy? What can we achieve to be happy, to conquer the happiness? Once we've conquered it, will it stay within us forever, or we will get sad again? Everywhere i go, i can see black spots, and those black spots, are me. They are fallen pieces that I've left behind in places I've gone, and they are wandering around there, meeting me in any place, at any time, anywhere, doing anything. Those are my rotten shards of memories.

 Feel nothing,
  Feel it;
 The nothing,
  Kill it.

"It's too good..

I knew this time would come..
I Knew that this would happen..
She knew it. I knew it..
I had no option; there in the corner
 sits the door, here in the middle
 there's me.

 I left.

..to be true."

...and in the other corner,
 there's a chair.
    I sat,

 I'm waiting.