Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Archive for Regret
Fall from grace
Behold, an epic fall from grace
As I collapse onto my face
Amid the darkness of a maze -
The labyrinth of my disgrace…
In recesses of the untold
I sank into the depths of cold
Where misery is taking hold
And dragging me into the fold…
Sagging on my crucifix
I’m locked in this descending helix
Longing for my dominatrix
To extract me from the matrix…
In this world I don’t belong
As part of this pulsating throng -
You saw me weak, knew all along,
That I could never be that strong…
And now I stand before you, bare,
Inviting your judgmental stare -
To rip apart my soul, to dare,
And leave my shards without a care…
Choice
No further than this brittle freedom
Lies in wakeful vigilance
The harbinger of consequence
Whose cutting razor enterprise
Of double bladed compromise
Just waits for you with empty lies…
Seek no further than your skin
For agony lies deep within
Where indecision in derision
Boils like acid to be freed
And insecure calamity
Springs forth from this most primal need…
And yet no further can be gone
Until you cast that fateful die
For lurking in those murky depths
Is hidden who you really are -
When what has passed can’t be revived
Regrets looms near the end of life…
Something matters…
What’s left but tatters of belief
When facing harsh reality?
Can we hold on to tiny embers
On the coldest winter’s day,
Like beggars biting bitter crumbs
To sanctify just one more night…
What’s left when you give up on me
To leave behind my scattered mind?
Could you resume with normal living;
Make-believe you heart’s content?
Have you by now convinced yourself
That nothing matters anymore…
What’s left for me to say this time
When I have led your heart astray?
Should I let go and welcome this
Eternal fall down the abyss,
To fade among a soulless throng -
To matter, maybe, to belong…
Matallica – Nothing else matters
Covered by Lucie Silvas
Melancholia
Feed my broken heart
With memories and music
Let the tears run free
Leave my soul behind
In glades of melancholy
Where it can roam free
Push me to the floor
Let me lie down for a while
Give me time to grieve
Bush – Glycerine
Hurt
On this brittle moonlit night
Like fallen stars my tears alight
In ripping wounds I must conceal
My face in darkness out of sight
For this despair I cannot share
But ride eternal to nowhere
On tepid torrents down those stairs
Where hell awaits with hungry eyes
To swallow me with angry lies
Until I feast among the pigs
In gutter-mud where I belong
For all I did to do you wrong
I will own up to this regret
And say goodbye to you, my friend,
Until I meet the bitter end
That I have bought with my own sin
As demons crawling deep within
Are calling me to come on down
My will to flee evaporates
Consumed with dread
I must give in…
NIN – Hurt – Covered by Unwoman
