sâmbătă, 17 aprilie 2010

Forgive-forgave-forgotten.

My white wings shiver because of the cold. My mind seems frozen too.
I search in the depths of my darkened mind and try to recall you.
And yet, you are here not. I know you are in hell.
It's taken you from me and hidden you so well.
I shall go there now and take you back -
It's not the courage that I lack.
I'll face the flames with which you burnt my soul.
I want yours back, for it makes me whole.
I shall walk among demons and try to escape their torture ;
I will be safe and I'll find my fortune.
I'll break the silver gates of hell and I will pass Cerberus
And I will search for you - you made me ravenous.
Love was both my archenemy and my friend.
It's you why from Heaven I was sent.
But now... you're gone. And so am I.
We're torn apart by the question "Why?"
Why me in heaven? Why you in hell?
Two souls abandoned in a burning shell.
I used to love you, I still do.
I've always wished you loved me too.


As centuries passed, she forgave him for ripping her heart out of her chest, cutting it with a knife and eating it while spilling her blood everywhere. She loved him to death.
As centuries passed he'd forgotten her... She was just another dinner.

joi, 15 aprilie 2010

Incorect sentimental


Se-ncinge aerul prea tare,
O să plouă...
Or să se ducă oameni triști la serviciu
Pentru un amărât de salariu.
Au să zboare păsările acuși
La cuiburile lor
Și-au să-și cânte privighetorile
Dorul lor
Pe crengile udate.
Ouăle cucului sunt ascunse bine
De ploaia grea.
Undeva cineva mănâncă ciocolată
Și se uită pe geam la picurii grei.
Norii avansează,
ducând departe griul.
Ceva nu e bine...
Plecarea lor a lăsat în urmă ceva eronat.