Part 2 - PATIENT PAPER
The gutter dripped and the rain drops rapped hard on the kitchen window. My eyes were already open. The bedsheets felt cold and damp. The shutters in the living room rattled with the wind gusts. I’ve been staring at the dark ceiling for nearly three hours. I sat up. Sleep was busy somewhere else.
Another rotten night. Continue reading “the lion roars (1)”
wish to wish the words will flutter
in the wind of greed and hunger,
they will whisper for lust and rage.
in the back of your cranial maze
eviscerating the tiny peculiar voices
Unsaid the matter of importance
a sin just leaving it to ignorance
certainly there’s a prize to pay.
it’s your fault if you stay….
the craving grows,
the hunger howls…
pic by Robert Serban, Dacian insignium / war flag
starlight’s gleam is fading,
I felt it go, light’s crumbling
seeping into sand, tumbling,
weakened, on my knees,
can’t go back, I lost my keys-
I fell, and I found hell
in my every blood cell
I fell ‘n can’t go back!
I fell, and you’re here…
I can’t wait for those nightmares
bad choices snicker at my scares
on the fence I’m drying my sins
guts of a scapegoat fixed with pins
Light the fuse, I sit on bombs
I’d stick to the world in your palms
I can’t stop grinding my teeth
Excuse me, let me breathe!
Don’t tie me to the back seat!
You can’t hear me praying on repeat.
When I wake up I’m afraid,
I feel cold and betrayed
Secretly hiding your good-bye letter
into the sleeves of my favorite sweater
knotted around your swaying waist
We dance – a death tango, fast paced
Somebody’s beneath my face
Somebody else took my place
Let me go, or start listening!
you look – my heart’s blistering
this what you get,
if you look for yourself.
this is what you get,
if you lost yourself.
don’t lose yourself…
not within others,
don’t search where
you’ll only find
in others eyes…
you’ll only find
hell in others minds.
pic PUR Cosmetics
… The truth that,
my blood is black,
my heart a stone,
my face made of paper-
and you´ve rewritten me,
written all over me.
your damn will…
Every time you etch my skin
with your dreams…
You´ll find me quietly,
writing insane laughter,
and hot tears, silhouettes –
of rage, passion and murder.
But, if I´m not killing you…
who did I slay then?
pic: White Mask, ArtofAviya, DeviantArt
Useless map in my hands, gripped and folded neatly
It’s not where I’m supposed to be, not even nearly…
Where I’m going roads aren’t leadin’, but still needed.
There will be elementary darkness, when greeted –
Solid shadows from the balanced side of hell
lighting up torches of flesh, judging by the smell…
Nothing will flash its presence, to where I belong-
like crumpled up paper – my body won’t respond,
killing synaptic inferno, chemical burn dying
no more sparks to be gathered to a lightning
no more sweet moans, or arching back, no grace
nothing left to be released, diffused into open space…
Capture the blazing oblivion in irresistible pain!
Blinding gaze of ignorance … so stupid and vain.