Aschatria - Poetry

I can take the ugly truth in your press,
shut down like a car tire,
if you let go, I will take it on my shoulders like a bag
and drag it away.
Nobody will see it and I'll unify the truth to doom,
so nobody else ever can.

When a maniac punched my brains out
I've fought off the floor, put him in chair to win broken,
got into cab, drugged, found guts to come around
to the man who took it, to steal back my fate.
The tragedy went on while I crawled
under the shouts and strewn wons in quiet
gliding over razor broken glass at knees
covering my face in a mask while I ran.

With that face I could get only one job,
that semblance I had impressed even a lager waitress.
I walked out with the cash to pay the ceremony
in the church of nothing bribing a cloth of the shame.
I paid that unspoken trash with the money of the filth,
hanged the truth on a hook in a remote abattoir,
pulled water to wash blood of my face
and to silent the words that are meant only for you.

Nobody heard it and I unified the truth to doom
so nobody else ever can.

I took the ugly truth in your press
shut down like a car tire
I took it on my shoulders like a bag
and dragged it away.
Nobody saw it and I unified the truth to doom
so nobody else ever can.
I can take it,
and now nobody will ever can.

That man never found me, in despair his bride flew, away,
a waitress was a man and a maniac is still there,
here in my head, makes the planet stop.

Sky blue serenity, that turquoise peace
between two of his screams.
Violet magical abstract, regal,
majestic heavens that saves
my life from this madness.

I took the ugly truth in your press
shut down like a car tire
I took it on my shoulders like a bag
and dragged it away.
Nobody saw it and I unified the truth to doom
so nobody else ever can.
I can take it,
and now nobody will ever can.

Lately, I'm trying really bad have you noticed,
so don't be mad because I work all day.
Cross my hearth, never do it again
I will stay home now and cook for you,
I'll love you like crazy and
You'll be my perfect little pet peeve.
This time, I promise,
you will be my gorgeous doll.

But disaster comes natural to me,
darling I know, I'm no afternoon in a park.
I can't make for that puppy love
and walk on the beach that you've asked for
and all the golden plating I have promised
- because a plane crashed into the Walmart
while I was shopping some cherries,
- while I was running my mouth
I forgot to mention some cardinal matters,
so sorry, see you on the other side.

You are so gifted, graduated to manage the life,
you have a big hearth and the secret power
to sanitize a lots of dirty stuff.
I numb in delight when you feed the others
but then, again, here comes the heartbreak.

I'm slowly evolving,dissolving that ulcer,
but my degree of the pain is so high,
maybe I should shot my hearth instead.
I'm a sparkling little cookie and unlike you
I have very long, long moments to kill.

Hold onto your dancing slippers!
- today I'm jumping out of the cake again,
Honey, this is your heartburn speaking
hey now sweety, I give no cuckoo fuck.

Can you let go this rain forecast for a day,
and stop giving a luck charm half price away.
Honey, Wanna swap? Body snatch?
Your stiff for this ultimate ride?

You are of The fragile existence,
One in the Peach Black;
there, the dreams come to fight
with the inner existence, out of the control
Rose in the chaotic manifestations of The Horrid.
Of Me!

I'm the Enemy, your light in the conspiracy,
with the Dark and your fear it.
I'm the pain, your flash, it's a cannibal.
I'm not with you, on the death bed, but with the intensity,
playing the violin of the Phoenix, on The Edge;
down is the grave, down I'm taking your bird of the Flame.
And the only thing that will stay is Me!

You composed the Dream by the oblivion,
I'm playing it, like an angel, you
tortured it and placed me in the half shadows,
you made me, unshaped and undone me,
because of your masterpiece;
you owe it more, and you know it,
Because of (it), my Life, is invisible.

No heaven or hell but I simply am,
a cold stone safe from your acrylic well.
Who needs you the most
makes no prisoners, so take care.
I sleep like a mantis because I pray
to catch you in my dreams;
and I hold my head still to burn my brain
with a heavy crown of the stone silence.

No heaven or hell will go into that,
to vanish in you without the substance.
My escape starter's a rocket launcher,
play out my envy, show me a trick.
I sleep like a mantis because I pray
to touch you in my dreams;
and I hold my head because in there
I can keep you in an absolute darkness.

I have to say this much to you,
maybe it's empty
after I left our wagon dead on the road,
my reason is not a quite noble one,
it's more like an apple off a fortune tree.

We all have a hearty soul
that makes us fit one another,
you may fight it just to showcase
to be different,
but only the charm delivers nothing.

It's grand that your brittle star shines blue,
it's meant to last and go with the sunshine blast
and when that moment comes
I loved you enough to keep the glow going around
what once has been known as you.

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.

With the intro and a farewell in the same day,
You've picked out to get that magical rose
To feed an undying hope that you transpire.
A rare, dusky love, nothing alike a desire.

I wish I had a slower image
Of a schoolgirl you've been on a doorstep,
You were about to star her night,
That velvety black bacarra.

A lightly old fashion in the style,
A blunt boat out of the movement,
At the blank site you knew, it was just
A back road near by, a sideway to your train.

The things that stayed after you've stopped talking.

A deep burgundy step in, as the knitted sheets
To wrap her curves around your feet,
And the vivid plates of a table wood
That you brought home to warm your fire.

I got to be a port fairy
With the query and a red Barun.
Like a lever quill armed with my flying dust
I landed into some yore; swear that I've said
Senor, this gotta be a good thing now!

Closed my eyes, aw my, have I been
Three sheets to the wind!
Thinking of none, rewind the tape.
Closed my eyes, aw my, it's been a long time
That I was half seas over!
Calling your name, I shouldn't do that!

I got to be a port fairy
With the query and a magic bitter.
I saw it was big for the dark blooms of the night,
To you a little fun; for me it was a line
Of a flavoured shots for the stranger.

Hello, my sorrow,
Would you greet me with the new trouble?
Hey, my companion,
Would you open my broken soul?

This rain should never stop,
Let it fall till the last drop.
This dawn that is waking me cold
Should never break anything yet,
But your windows.

In my dreams
When we walk around each other
The nights are too long.

When you're coming in there I wait
Until my days walk away on me
And I'm running away from you...

I know that you miss me,
Because you are thinking about my birthday,
And you sleep with my love letters.

• I know that you miss me too,
Because you wear my fake pearls like diamonds,
And mix onions with your fingers.

I scream that it's unfair,
And then I write poetry out in the storm,
Until bolt hits me...

• I love all your double deals,
When you march in at the midnight
Like Cinderella. With the cream!

The way you eat and poke your ears,
Drink coffee in the impossible time,
and run around like on the batteries.

•And you're so clumsy, it's an art,
you torched a room with a vacuum cleaner.
Great job! Your secret super power?

I love how you put your colors together
And wear sunglasses while it's cloudy.
Look the Sun! With the nuts!

• I love how you eyeball like a carousel,
And fail so badly in every single gig.

Work's cool! Getting fired's better, Yeah!

CH/

• I forgot when I'm away of this place that
You wait me to call, Your Majesty,
And I have tub to clean,
Never really learned how to check out with the style.

I suspected, that you filled your bed
With the mountain of the stuffed kittens,
My Angel, it's all my fault, and I'm sorry
- for all the blue Mexican cookies.

• I love your funny superstitions,
I miss that foreign accent to wake me up,
and paranoic explosions that will cost me a life.

I know you think that you're fat and ugly
And planning all those diets,
But, baby, I cook all your favorite meals
And I don't care if you reach 300 pounds.

CH/ +
• Baby, on a dance floor you're the winner.
I'm so proud because you're never enough.
You turn and slide all the night,
And make me so glad that I'm with you.
You're my rocket to the Moon.

So! Go, baby go, be my disco ball!

Baby, I cook all your favorite meals,
And sing down the sink in my heals.
I'm a jukebox, put a penny for a song,
Let me put a quarter for the eternity.
You're my Lamborghini.

Go, baby go, be my disco ball!

I will be gone.
I'm leaving before
I stuck here with you,
Preparing my fava sentence,
Call me baby-you were all, all,
Everything to me.
You are fantastical, incredible, the best,
You are the picture of my dreams,
but I am---- ima-ima-ima...

I am, ima-ima-ima-a broken record,
I am, ima-ima-ima-a rotten flower.
I gotta go, I gotta go
Before I stuck here with you.

Its nobody there, you're talking to a dead,
that's why, why she walks your dreams.
There with them, in a nightmare walk,
the old times wait to swallow you.
No-no, it's nobody there.

You think all day about her,
At your post, but you should know,
She was rising the heads for a reason,
It's nobody there, you are talking to a dead.

She's not coming back,
Now and forever walks with the dead,
You wished so bad, imagined all in your head
but she is gone and you should let her away.
No-no, it's nobody there.

Here, it has come,
And I've planned it never will;
The devil came and I've bet
That he'll stay still.
Here, I do hope that
she won't be too young;
So I can walk away,
Tonight don't let 'er to paint you black.

Love'n'all are done
In your hearth
There's none to remind  'er
When I'm gone.

Someone pours the blind wine
Into your bright eyes,
I wish to know who, to visit 'er.
Someone paints the black night
Onto your fair arms,
God should pay her, for taking away my gold.

Tonight don't let 'er to paint you black,
So I can walk away,
So I can think that I'm the One.

I died, have you woke me up?
I fell, have you picked me up?
Aw, sweet little thing of my...

Haven't you ever
Turned down all my huge fires?
Haven't you ever
Sunk down all my deep desires?

I love you, but right after the another.
Your soul is a sorrow of the desert,
After that, this love is a pity,
An old raven that howls into the night;
You'll stay well, as you should,
But what would I do?

I put your jibe turkey on an ice,
because it got fried a little too much.
I got you a little bit drunk
but your tiger got plastered too.
And I waited that bitch to cover for you...
Now-now, if that bird had any effect at all
you would have a game to fly at me,
so talk-walk around, whatever.
In the case that you don't know,
Your kitty's roar is nothing to show.

I'm impressed with the sun that shines,
moon that rises, dawn that brakes
and a lonely sail that drifts away...
All the grand vigorous things
that fear you and may kill you, if you dare,
yes, in the real world nothing is safe!

I don't care what you had,
boss it somewhere else,
bring me what matters, if you care,
suck it up and leave me amazed.

You want a peace at home,
a pace at the work?
You want it where it is safe?
Don't make it up, you can't be like that.
You are, or you are nothing,
and nothing is safe,
yes, I'm so impressed!

Today the thundering skies
are closing the clouds upon me
for nothing I've done.
Today the unruly forces
are evincing the fire about my hopes
and plans for no reason.

I'm a pale blue image of myself,
I'm not good to go!
I'm not the God to hold the World together
and to fight this all. I'm alone!
I'm a thin shadow...

Today I had a car crash with my life goal,
and it's boss.
A boss's wife, a secretary, a manager....
and nobody does a d-thing
to save us from the upcoming storm.
To save me...

And I tick ~away~, tickin'it-tick
into the screaming failure of my foul,
And I slip ~away~ chickin'it-chick
besides the creeping creatures I behold.

You can boil my blood with the mind,
but it can't bring me down,
no, I enjoy the ice just as well you do
so brush away those splinters,
I know, they were the tears before.

When I switch where the bluey is,
Switch into my airy sky,
I leave the colors of the earth
and all the stale drolls of the dearth behind.
I become sheer and cold, a raw Arctic soul,
a current left without a strive,
and I can recognise frost in their hearths
and the timid contempt for the azured kite;
they are both
dead like an iced crisp of the night.

If I don't get numb here in the flight,
I may even care to grab you up,
but, I enjoy a flee light and playful alone
so make me a mark with your eyes,
I'll see it,  and that will be a thing to adore.