Archive for November 2017
arcane
Snow clings silently
Cemetery on the prying dent eyes,
Arcane inmates sleep
Menace after death
Deprived and dried like fish bones,
somebody's love and joy
Teasing, men are cheap
He will leave craving at dawn
Bleak joy in between
hypnotic
Rainfall of the night
Lost judges prepare for fate
Ornateness in winter
Unleashing danger
falcon fantastic hypnotic
Blows chaos soft, cold
Impeccancy onhold grieving
leaving one disappears, red
in obscene carbon trees
Void... please help me
I see no face in here.
But something surrounds me.
I can't look it in an eye,
speak from honesty and heart.
Nobody's here.
Even in an absolute silence,
I'll still catch a heartbeat.
Not here.
It reflects nothing,
there is nothing to reflect.
It's not a mirror.
I can't touch the surface.
No negotiations.
No need,
no want.
But I know
I am here,
so, what I am?
please help me
find me
somebody
like me
I'm here
please save me
spare me
from myself
from the Void
Soulmates never die
Real love is once in eternity. It defies time, death, dimensions ...
Everything else is an option.
Obsession, envy, jealousy, desperate parasitic need that grows no matter what, in dark.
Hate...
I know you are not my soulmate,
Because when I look at you face,
Your eyes...
I just see how many times I died.
And soulmates never die.
They never make each other
lesser,
smaller,
miniscule,
invisible,
ugly,
cold,
filthy,
random,
crazy,
dead...
So, you are not.
You,
are,
just,
... nothing.
You are an enemy.
...
You are an enemy.
...
You are an enemy.
...
You are an enemy.
...
You are an enemy.
...
You are an enemy.
...
Soulmates never die.
But, neither the enemies...
Suspended
So, I'm that random person on a sidewalk.
Let go. Just let it go.
Everything inside is shredding apart.
Everything around me is cooling down.
It's not me who is pacing to that little death.
My whole being is just a still image,
a permanent suspended mode.
To move my blood you should,
first, break the void.
Everything you do
I observe with a still wax face
Of a motionless doll.
The cruelest creature who ever lived...
It's never enough
The disappointment is understandable, but
My rage is incomprehensible.
How many times alone
You killed me in your mind.
Your hate ate out my heart
Like a fire.
I substituted it with a rock,
Cold as Arctic.
I had that feeling, yes,
Similar to this,
The clothes filled with empty madness,
Walls one must pretend
Because for real, there is nothing behind them.
I had that feeling, yes,
Through your skin.
It is a commotion of touch, no sound, no pain, no sight.
Not here, not now.
You know it as good as me,
But still, I died how many times.
How many times, how many ways in your mind.
This is a trap and I am not that cruel, you don't deserve the truth.
It's never enough, the only thing to regret is a pity after,
And that strange tension.
Nothing is so diminishing,
to be condemned
By the innocence.
It is the pity after, what stays, and that light.
Reality-dream, dream-reality,
It doesn't matter.
It happened.
My rage is incomprehensible.
How many times alone
You killed me in your mind.
Your hate ate out my heart
Like a fire.
I substituted it with a rock,
Cold as Arctic.
I had that feeling, yes,
Similar to this,
The clothes filled with empty madness,
Walls one must pretend
Because for real, there is nothing behind them.
I had that feeling, yes,
Through your skin.
It is a commotion of touch, no sound, no pain, no sight.
Not here, not now.
You know it as good as me,
But still, I died how many times.
How many times, how many ways in your mind.
This is a trap and I am not that cruel, you don't deserve the truth.
It's never enough, the only thing to regret is a pity after,
And that strange tension.
Nothing is so diminishing,
to be condemned
By the innocence.
It is the pity after, what stays, and that light.
Reality-dream, dream-reality,
It doesn't matter.
It happened.