....

Why...
do you
mess
up with
my life...

Can't I
be free
from your
chain

Can't I
be free
to live?

Long time siege
filled the glass
all it remains now
is a small drop
to overflow
and the reaction
will be tnt...

Blur Vision

Mindless night
Blur vision
colorless vision
black & white

Let's write a tragedy script
to perform in our own theatre
monitoring perhaps
we could summon more
performers to our show
it will be unique
it will be surreal
it will be unreal
it will be my death

Railroad Ranting...

Sunday afternoon
and the cold gaze
remains unchanged
soft winter sent
nothing changes
sitting on a bench
looking through the fog
up to the hungry stars
blood is made to be spilled
an unannounced guess
expelled from the old times
good times, bad times
all the same unworthy of repetition
a summoning of brother poets
alcohol and tobacco
high on nicotine
bronze echoed voice
breaks the thin silence
a megera, a song, tartarian calling
people need doubts to feed their hearts
their selves the most precious thing
their feelings slaughtered for fake dreams
their innocence stolen from their elders
self-centric bastards looking for salvation
nothing changes
nothing changes
its all is it has always been
high on tobacco
more alcohol
more drugs
expenditure and waste
care to run old alone?
care to kiss the dragon's flame?
care to puke your guts every morning?
nothing changes
just us being high
just us being low
us simple human beings
that craved to be gods
that aimed for something impossible
to live until the day we die
but lets return to reality
we'll find ourselves
in the rotten corpses
of dead animals killed
on the highway.
Bleeding isn't enough to weaken you
still envying anything and everybody
makes change seems unbearable
look in the glass ball of yours
the snowflakes have melted
and showed their true nature
cotton not snow
fake not real
and the winter
is drowning near
and the world
drifts further
away from me
and I'm glad
I'm so glad
its dark and quiet
and the long process of talking
somewhere here ends
actions lead to nowhere anyway
we are blessed to trouble our minds
with things that have no value
with things that give no value
we are blessed to recognize our curse
and the cruise ends on a deserted port
still there, on the bench
looking through the fog
to the stars, were we all truly belong
we are all truly happy and content

White Bricked Wall

It appears from the white bricked wall
trying to persuade you to give up
It assumes a new suggestion
that one last time will be enough

The lust and hunger for some death
conquers slowly the will to life
but men cannot see that death is
wrapped in a white and brown paper tilt

You need to spit blood to understand
Stay here with us, and life will be returned
Stay here amongst us, death cannot take us all
You need to feel the cold to understand

Pandora's Box

Opened Pandora's box
saw little hope bird inside
come, come child smile
I'm here to get you out

Zeus is around watching you
He'll strike with thunder
the son's of the dark moon
son's of light reverse the process

Opened Pandora's box
swallowed hope and burped
ah what an intense feeling
evil rises from your knees

It's gonna be alright...

TNT

Blue accursed sphere of the gods...
You shall be mine...
or explode with me..
In my insane theater of tragedy
I will either devour it,
or be denied and break hell loose...

TNT...
a progressive mix of contrasting light
thank you oh death god...
for the red blinding light
thank you oh mortal god...
for this unbelievable sight

Crisis...

Once the bigger picture had to do with respect.
Now we just say bullshit to make ourselves smile.
You glad about it? I thought you would.
Hide in your pitiful lies, it means nothing anymore

May the eyes that went blind, never see the light again
May my curses never return back to me, because I do not deserve it
May you see the truth before the 5th celebration of the accursed moon.
In that noon, my friend will take me to his chariot.

Father Hades, into your hands,
I command my spirit.
Brother Charon, Thanatos,
save me, because they mock me.

My words mean nothing anymore,
are just heard or read as jokes
fragments of another long lost era
It's alright, I won't be missed for good.

Time to lie
Time to die
Time to reach up
to the sky
Time to end it all
Nobody deserves the
sacrifice of my death
Everybody is worthless
blood sucking leeches
They ask and seek and want
nobody asked once...
what do you want?

Refugee from heaven
I strolled down the road of vagueness
and thought I had a chance in life
totality a heaven of fake feelings
the truth is sealed in death
fuck you all...