Aschatria - Poetry

I need to know
can you love me after all?
The answer is, probably no.
Yeah, I'm not your cherub,
You mistaken me for an angel.
You stand in a glow for the Christmas,
In a cold, to bare my winter,
Don't touch this mist, because
It means a good bye.
This is that part of our dark scripture,
The one who has the huge marvel wings,
And as we fly-fly, so high
Above those stormy epic clouds;
in the night only my eyes shine.

You were never my battlefield,
I cover you with no fire.
I don't hold my ways for myself
and wait in rows
if the crowd is out there.

You were never my holly quest,
I slay no tigers for you.
I don't fight for no matter what
but if you want me
I will give you my best blow.

Cold is a winter that brings you back,
I see our star, it's like a bird
that shares your soul with the light.

Pale and dull it will pass
that high bridge for the heavens,
and I wonder - how did you do it?

Protect my moon
that sheds the light on me,
I'm lost in a gliding boat,
a bad fortune
and the nets of the sea monsters
follow my bright blue star.

Honey, I'm home! I shout from the door. I would kick it, but I'm afraid, who I - who I - gonna find in our bed.

Terrible feeling typical for you, I'm a chapter in your movie, you star in it the zillion times, yes, m'lady you are a fright of the Friday night.

Terrible feelings typical for you, you're a filled blank in my life, you could sit right here and still, be the thousand milles away.

How should I fix my baby, there is no cure to repair a little tramp, hello my lovely indie, can you please just chose another groove.

I don't hear a blond in my head...

Baby, you are a real bitch;
you hit her in a face
and left her with the fake hope
for the true love.
You hit the right spot.

Baby, you are a real bitch;
you took the control right on
and left her with the broken hearth
like a pawn.
You hit the right spot.

But did you kick the bell to keep me away?
Baby, you're a real bitch
but nothing much for the witch from the hell.

I stated a broken promise
like if it's not a lie,
it was always between us, it will
burn only you.
Why do you think that you need this?
Another day, small life
- it's your problem, you need so much.

I stated a broken hope
like if it's a Victory,
you can think that you know me,
and that thing will burn me,
it burns me too.
Why do you think that you need this?
Another tie, big deals, none doings
- it's your problem, give so little to us.

I can't control you when I am down,
I'm going to break everything
to the nothing
and just going to lose you.
I can't control you in my own way.
I'll stay alone inside
and you will hide your tears and cry.
I can't see your face
when I stare at your back
and while I'm filling you with the things.
When I set to rest, finally,
you never do, you never do...

I avenged a broken hearth, beat
and won all the enemies,
the ugly little dwarves.
I don't need to fear, to shame,
to be broken ever again.
I just have to set up me.

Now, I need a shelter for the yesterday.
Now,
I need a shoulder to cry
but there is no time machine
and flames never cry.

Now, I can live my life
happily.
Now, I can hurt in the silence
for my victories
but there is no time machine
to bring me back to you.

Tell me that it was you holding the fire,
tell me it was you smiling from the crowd.

I tried to find you to guide me,
even in my sleep, I was
beyond the real, I was you.

With a part in a dream - I find a way
to apart from this, from now,
I slow down to that far away with you.

Tell me it was you...

It's a turn down,
get up, or go downtown,
it's so easy to put your hopes down.

I would forget all our dates
and hopefully insult everything
what gave you the butterflies.

It's a turn down,
get up, or go downtown,
it's so easy to be high with you around.

It's over now,
you may chill in a box,
chill out and go with the flow,
who knows, who knows.
It's over now,
drop the line,
chill in a box,
lick it what seems so real,
who knows, who knows.

Are you real, are you a fake?
Who knows, who knows.
Just go down and chill in a box,
all hypnotised and outdone.

The sick changes begin
when you get up for the work,
you get paid to be a vampire
and to drive Batman's car.

In a theory, this should work,
In theory...

The sick changes begin
with the dumb chicks up your ass,
how should I buy your thing
if you are always out of the time?

The bitter rich friends turn me
on the right side to hate my life,
those guys who lost for an excuse,
they hate that prick who cut the odds.

I don't want to say goodbye
to the things that were yesterday,
it was the best time ever for me;
but if it has to be - let it be.
I will ignore the chances.

My dreams are the food for
all the wrong situations,
you can hide to the safe places
and count the gold;
if it has to be - let it be.
I'll ignore the chances.

The truth is hard to accept,
believe it or not,
my life is a comic game
if you like it - or not.
I'll ignore the chances.

Miles away, you are on your way,
listening almost nothing,
and random songs,
dialing numbers, hits when scores,
and counting children
down the road.

Drops cried over the sky
and you think that snow should fall,
but it never does.

Down the earth is warm
and safe,
and the ice runs away
over the rainbows.

At my place - the rainbows
jump with the wind...

A celebration passed away;
it was a nice dinner,
it was our first New Year,
above the River all the shine and
all the fireworks
- and where were you?

The rain took away the stars
and a wind blew away the music,
this boat shipped down
with the silence,
into the darkness
- and where were you?

Now, I'm in the charge
of my brand new lifestyle,
I'm tossing pancakes
and minding my own business,
alone
- and where are you?

I have a gun in my hand,
this morning I have no smile,
this sadness of my rage
on my fingertips ready to destroy.

I'm losing all my battles,
I'm failing in all the wars,
without a word to share,
without anyone to ask for a help,
and the time is now...

I have the fire at my mind,
this morning I'm leaving my home blind,
on my fingertips I'm tossing this table
that life has served me to enjoy.

My pride is useless to you,
say it's untamed and I have
to learn hard way
because I have a rough face
and hands to swim above garbage.

It's a revenge of your eyes
to hate me from the depth
of your bones.

I can't tell you how much
I think that I can be more,
so much more.

I know that my voice is laud
and you could shut it
if you want to, my faith is
little broken because I'm
an accident of life on my own.