For a moment there I thought you were here...

The doors closed and I regret
Feelings of laughter and white
You rain down and I am dead;
From your face I see the noises
That reside deep, within you
I can touch them, red as roses
Bleeding inside and you do -
Not feel this, follow me,
I'll show you how
To let go, to scream, to bow
To a nightmare so real
That it paints me to a wall...
From all this i cannot feel:
I succumb and learn to fall.

Because all I see are eyes
Staring claws and morbid faces
It is great; they're only lies
... vanishing without my traces.
Follow me, I'll take you where
I have smiled my regrets
Where I walked, I climbed the stair
To unconcious, dark,events...
Follow me into this place
That appears inside my mind
I will burry you with grace
You will laugh and I will find -
Just how cold and black you are
Hear the poem of the star.

In a strange idea of events, we are all lost...

There he goes, wiping his glasses.
He is nervous, he is stressed
In this world of feeble dances
He considers that he's blessed.
Blessed with knowledge, blessed with passion
Spends his life inside a room
Dried of hope; always in fashion
Drifting time, awaiting doom...
He's a nerd, a geek, a joke
He's a symbol of tomorrow
Common, one might say today,
But inside he feels as sorrow
As a stripped artist, as gray
As a mourning rock and hollow
As a corpse..without a say
As a king no one would follow.
He's a dedicated worker
Loyal as a rogue can be
But his eyes have yet to see
What his heart awaits from him.
He decides to cry and flee
Out of touch, without a scream.

The wind beckons as he walks
Slowly in a field of dead
Leaves and butterflies and .. thoughts
Die and lay on autumn's bed.

He walks slowly through the park
With his hands stuck in his coat
Looking for something... his spark
He feels lost and out of hope.
In a moment stuck in tine
In a thought of endless whisper
He enjoys a glass of wine
As his mind begins to shiver.
Overtaken by his sorrow
He lies down, slow, on his bed
He thinks fearful of tomorrow
For he feels as if he's dead...

Awful screams leap out of the apartment...

Mice and rats and broken windows
Lay upon her as a curse:
This abyss of broken whispers
Now she sees as being worse.
It's her home, her sanctuary,
It's a place of tear and sin
Feels just like a mortuary
Place for ghosts and for unclean...
Her head pains her to the ground
It feels awful, as a load;
That's when she decides to run,
All her sins and cries to fold.
As a person, she is dying,
For her mind can only see
Endless torment and corruption
From her dad and mom to be.
She's a freak that hides in burrows
She's a rose with friendly thorns
A sweet face taken by sorrows
And a story no one knows....
On this day of truth and valor
She decides it's time to walk...
And she suddenly stars crying
Drifting slowly through the park.

A day of misery and hope…

On this filthy day of autumn
I decide my soul to quench.
As the sky grows even darker
I will sit on this old bench.
All around me seems to fall
All is changing for the worst
Everybody tries to crawl…
They can’t change destiny’s course.
On the cold and shallow stairs
I see people passing by
No one really seems to care
That this girl can only cry…

Her eyes fall and on her
Small white shoulders
Lie down to rest a pair of black, feather
Wings.
Time freezes as her fragile corpse
Intensifies her never ending
Ripple of distress.
The confused tinker walks
And passes by the swarm
Of pagan crucifixes.
He then trips and knocks down
The sorrow angel’s wings.
In a second they are stuck…
Their eyes meet and
By carefully wrapping his smile
Inside a deep, dark, faceless figure.
He is able to
Bless her with serenity
And she stops crying
But starts shivering.
An angelic figure he sees as
Naked inside her struggle.
The world seems big, she feels small – just thoughts.
She cannot hear herself whisper.
Dark are thoughts that can give away
Your parasitic subconscious self.
Her delicate small hands
Are blown away…
Taken by a mist of
Butterflies ?!
She sees the omen in
His eyes.
As he takes her hand
And draws her wings
Back…
No words are spoken, for
They feel together…
And her wings fall
Once more
As their lips close and silence forbids that
Time takes them away
To this pile of souls
Scattering in a desert of
Discontent.
They do not touch
But they feel as they
Do not need to.
They are together
Not here, not now
But inside a dust capsule
That prevents all good from raining.
Her green eyes closed; his –
Staring at her core.
Dreams, feel loaded with
Tempest ash and molten music.
In a gesture of crystal frailty
He breaks her down
With nothing more than…
A hug.
An embrace.
She is revived
Outside the borders of her
Long, perfect coma
That lasted not more than
Eleven seconds.
Tears taste like dances:
Pure, divine – cosmic.
The evil, soulless knight
Of despair and solitude
Walks close to their flame.
An unforgiving father;
A monster of
Nothingness and pain.
As their phoenix will rise
Once more
They choose not to meet
This executioner
That will do nothing but
Spit hatred to their faces.
They decide to resurrect
Their very own
Burning torch,
Tomorrow, at the same sacred hour
That found them together on this day.
I am impressed.

The smaller souls bear the heaviest loads…

I saw a cockroach the other day.
She was crawling up a wall.
She was trying to escape me.
I raised her since she was nothing more than
Dust.
She is still young and fragile, but now
I feel disgusted.
She wouldn’t obey me.
I picked up the chair and hit her.
She fell down from the 5th floor.
Good.
She is dead.
I do not feel guilty for what I’ve done the other day.
She was a part of me.
But I killed her.
I was sick of her
Getting in my way.
Always getting in my way.

I’ve shown you my ankh, now show me yours!

Again I sit on this rusty bench.
I am transformed.
And I see him.
Crying!
This is the ending of an era;
The death of a phoenix that
Had been stolen its ash.
I pity him.
I made time run faster.
But it went slower
For him.
I cannot help him.
I love him.
Hours fly, and he shrinks down
To a pebble.
He gets kicked
But suddenly he decides to join me.
After this I don’t know what he did.
But now he is here with me.
And I will forever be…
His dead cockroach.