#shanza

It’s funny how a split second decision

can form a path toward eternity

with the complex precision

of a surgeon with a scalpel,

etching an eternal path across skin,

scar tissue that remains, a memory of pain

we felt so long ago.

And it’s funny how those scars, though healed,

the wounds, though sealed,

have the ability to trigger those deep-seated fears,

the ghosts of our past, they can feel so real.

Haunting our waking moments as often as the shores of distant dreamlands,

living in our dreams, taking residence in the spaces of our minds,

building castles in our hearts, tearing out old seams.

The winding paths we follow, forgetting old ways,

Taking us on a hard trip down memory lane, Kaya has plucked out some of the greatest tracks from the most influential gothic and romantic era bands to cover. Artists say the greatest compliment is to have their work copied—but how about covers? We dare say that such a tribute would make anyone’s egos explode.…

drifting ( ♫ )

It’s half past one and I can’t help but notice

the low steady hum of the ceiling fan,

the clicks of the mechanism that turns those big rudders,

and the sighs of the house as it settles down for the night.

Outside it’s 27° and inside the thermostat stays constant at 67°, but somehow I’m always sweating myself to sleep.

Sweating because I’ve been sweating you for weeks.

And something about those ocean-blue gems that draw out my truth,

rob me of my youth,

provoke the most uncouth

thorny statements,

so rude.

You made me feel haunted.

You made me feel hunted.

You chased me down,

a trivial pursuit.

And every night, you dance into my mind,

waltzing in, weaving webs as I try to unwind.

Your laugh echoes around me, your face surrounds me.

I’m trapped in a funhouse of fallacy.

I catch myself falling as I can’t catch my breath after falling for you.

Tripping over slate sidewalks uprooted

by trees growing cramped, exposed ancient roots.

The way my love for you outgrew the box we drew

around it,

the lies we surrounded

ourselves with,

the chaos we concealed behind tight lipped smiles,