Gloomy Sunday- Reszo Seress/ My Words, Someone Else's Mouth

Sadly one Sunday I waited and waited

With flowers in my arms for the dream I'd created

I waited 'til dreams, like my heart, were all broken

The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken

The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling

The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling

Saddest of Sundays

Then came a Sunday when you came to find me

They bore me to church and I left you behind me

My eyes could not see one I wanted to love me

The earth and the flowers are forever above me

The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered, "Never!"

But you I have loved and I bless you forever

Last of all Sundays

The Organic Broadcast III

She had been his shield, his protector, his hiding place. Not from the world, it had already done all the damage it could.But from himself. Now the Vacuity echoed his forlorn cries for help, for her and made them resonate with his violence.

The Things Best Hidden II

People stare in wonder at my emotionless facade, in wonder at my perceived indifference towards the most extreme stimuli, in wonder as my pillars crumble around me. Ever wondered why the glass of water you took from my hands tasted salty?

The Unconditional I

If she were to ask me for anything, I would say yes blindly. For anything at all, I would never refuse. She asked for that one thing, I still said yes only this time I was blinded by tears.