iad

Buze rosii, sangerii

Iluzii ametitoare…

Inlantuirea haotica

De membre si suflete

Otrava si elixir.

Imagini si reflexii

Ce-ntuneca gandirea.

Spirala de albastru

Vartejul de emotii.

Aici nu-i loc pentru

Credinta si salvare.

Aici gasesti pacatul

Cu-ntreaga lui savoare.

Intunericul scanteietor

Cu mii de ochi de sange

Cu mii de suflete

In valea care plange.

Sta scris in fata portii

Aici e casa mortii…

tears

Tears have fallen from the sky

Tears have fallen you know why.

Drowning now in tears of pain

Yes, our fight has been in vain.

Yes, our sorrow seems to be

But a drop of sweet eternity.

Shivers, thoughts and darkness

We are more but yet so less

We are strong but yet so weak

There’s no time for hide and seek.

Sinners, saints, all that you are

Make a wish upon a star.

Choose a dream and live it through

Feel a life for me and you.

Walk with us the realms of death

Come with violence and with wrath.

Teras have fallen from the sky

Tears have fed the famished land

Tears have fallen you know why

Yes, our dreams have turned to sand,

Yes, our life is soon to die…

tacere

Tacuti sunt oamenii pe strada

Tacuti ca fulgii de zapada.

Tacuta-i lumea tot mereu

Si mai mereu tacuta-s eu.

O liniste apasatoare

O liniste tulburatoare.

Tacuti sunt cei ce nu mai sunt,

Tacut e omul, iarasi e tacut.

Zgomotul lumii acum a tacut

Zbuciumul lumii acum este frant.

Peste toate domneste un cuvant

E moartea ce pana acum a tacut.

Acum isi cere durerea

Acum ea sparge tacerea.

Tacerea mortii era asurzitoare

Vorbirea ei e doar fermecatoare…

chasing illusions

i'm tired, i'm so tired, tonight i'm tired beyond the realms of death, beyond the realms of life.....i'm just tired. it hurts, you know. it hurts to feel the lack, it hurts to feel the presence, it hurts to feel..... i envy the lives of statues and graves. they are alone for eternity, but unlike me they are incapable to grief the void around them. how refreshing seems their solitary, hollow existence. how peaceful is their absence of emotion, their ocean without any shores. for me often motion takes the place of emotion. among the graves, as well as among people, you are never alone but yet so lonely.... the unique universes collide but yet they do not mingle. absent, time makes his presence felt in a paradoxal way, pourring into and out of everything. looking for it can be a very challenging hobby: a variety of chasing and catching movements, all bound to end in failure. catching time, well there's the modern Holy Graal! a quest for the brave or for the hopelessly insane. now excuse me while i'll go trap my own illusion.......

prozac nation in recovery

the threshold between being lucid and between being insane is so small and so hidden that you don't see it at first. you continue to be enchanted by its demonic power. the sweet delusion of being emerged in insanity seems so promising that you forget who you are and what your purpose is suppsoed to be.the illusion that you are is much more beautiful than the person that really hides behind the mask.and you get used to that situation where you hide behind a shattered image and pretend everything is ok. how simple seems to be: escaping from reality. actually it's much more difficult than you think at first. disturbed from the world you have created you find yourself, a stranger among people, like an uninvited guest that has no seat. recovering from insanity is sometimes hard, sometimes impossible, but if you pull through, maybe at the end of the road you will see that your trip to LALA land has done you good, has cured your soul and cleansed your mind. such a bliss to be hopelessly insane don't you think?

the god

This is the place where you'll meet your doom

This is the place where hell is in bloom

Starring at the waves of violence

In this grave of dust and silence

Pourring drops of white oleander

Distant lands where thoughts may wander

Smokey shades and silhouettes

There’s no time here for regrets.

Into the void… we walk into the void.

Carring our love and our hate

Carring on our shoulders a sentence by fate.

Across a river, stirred water

From fire and lust comes a daughter

She has many secrets, so many

She is herself a secret in every way.

The rooms are small and dark

And yet the letter stays as a mark.

She’s hopeless now

She has surrendered, taken a bow

Before the god, so savage, so rough

He is all, he is absolute, he is eternal

In this love so broken, infernal…