trešdiena, 2017. gada 18. oktobris

I am both the lamb and the wolf.
I can kiss you and I can destroy you.
I can be tender and I can embrace you,
My heart is warm, but my claws will disgrace you.


pirmdiena, 2017. gada 2. oktobris

sestdiena, 2017. gada 23. septembris

Passion is nothing.

From all of the flowers,
The roses are fake.
Invitingly soft,
The one last mistake.

From all of the beauty,
We seek for the view.
For lasting appearance,
Into lie filled dew.

And when the forsaken,
Ask to redeem truth,
I can't be brought back,
Just like petal youth,

From all of the flowers,
The roses are death.
Short moment of glory
And a poisonous breath.


ceturtdiena, 2017. gada 6. aprīlis

Metamorphosis from the dark to light. (Angel in the mold.)

From the rust, from the rust,
Pieces gotten into lust.
One side here, another - there,
I am broken everywhere.

Like the dust, like the dust,
Clock ticks fast, timeless must
Do your things. You broke your wings 
Anyways. Dead bird sings.

At the dark, at the dark,
Dirt will bring the needed spark.
What's the rush, I am cold,
Lost within this empty mold.

Like a plastic marmelade,
I am f-cked in minded fade.
In this empty mold of mine.
Feeling great. I am so fine.

One side there, another - near,
Hold them closer, make them clear,
Just like glass, for I have told,
Heat my fear. Erase the cold.

From the dark, to the light,
Every piece that they divide.
One side here, another - fear.
I am glass. I disappear.

Till the pain, till the pain,
Feathers both of wings will gain.
And when mold becomes too dark,
Crush it down. And here's the spark.

From the rust, from the rust,
Pieces gotten into trust.
There's that beautiful old dust...
To leave the fear, to live - we must.



pirmdiena, 2017. gada 3. aprīlis

One shot.

Come in for a kill,
Come in for a kill.
I'll never be appreciated enough,
I never will.

I stood by the flames,
And here is my jar,
But warmth is
Yet far, yet far.

Come in for a kill,
Come in for a kill.
I never felt. I never will.
And those, who were sane,
Those, who stood by the line,
That's an empty jar...

You are so fine.
And never mine.
Come in for a will,
Creation of luck
And by God's design.

Like glass, you're so still.
Come by,
Veins filling thrill.

Come in

for

a

kill.