The Sky

The world is repenting

And thoughts go to dust

The Lords are rejecting

Their Inside Lust.

The world reconstructing

The broken amends

Together we're facing

The Faceless Trends.

The world is announcing

That sin has repent 

Its own reconstructing

Denouncing amend.

I attend. Chairs are empty around

I attend...

The world is rejecting

The new thought aligned

That seemed like the old

That in scrolls couldn't find.

The history re -

Where. Re -

Re -

- peating, - penting its Eye.

I am recon -

Recon -

...

- structing, - necting

The Sky.

Black Sun.

I really don't care about your coloured nails

All I can think about are the rails.

Amber eyes, the skies, ah, yeah, seagull cries

Amber eyes, the skies, ah, yeah, seagull cries.

Promiscuous are my thoughts

When I see you

I lick off my fingers of ice cream,

I need you

Right there.

Sit on my chair,

Harden the noises

Your body that poises

Above my soft stare

Hold my arms bare

Until I scream that I need you

Oh, honey, I'll feed you

With soft love

Hard love,

Trained to contain

I can barely hold myself

Whisper right to my heart

Your lips make mine part

But I will keep words that are foul

I miss your

Body language.

Body language

Of soul.

You make me spread it

In halves like my senses

And all the past tences

Become wholly one.

Please, baby, I'm cumming

And I am becoming

Yeah, I am becoming

So foul and 

Undone.

My reign has begun

My reign has begun

And I know that

You are The One.

No one will control me,

I'm a lightning field

I'll strike before you touch the depth,

With power that I wield.

No one will betray me,

Thunder is my friend,

I am a source of light

And even you don't see me

I remain to stand.

I'm the deepest water,

And dry as desert sand,

A wild blue lilac

That you won't understand...

I'm a lightning field

That will never bend.

Ох, душа поэта, та что готова дарить тебе цветы

Лишь чтоб напомнить, и светом в миг заполнить две звезды -

Твои глаза на небосклоне, как в нутре они по чувствам ждут.

Ох, душа поэта... напоминающая чистую реку

Где незабудки синие так искренне цветут...

Throw the dice.

I hate to be wrong, I hate to lose,

Life pours me lies, I pour some booze.

I wait and wait, I hate that feel, like

You're there, alive, but nothing's real.

You say I'll heal, when I am down,

I cut myself with my own crown,

I waited for the doom to pass,

And years ago I had more class.

Restrained myself, I put in chains,

With fire flowing through my veins,

It boils, it hurts and I blow up,

Each evening, there is nothing there for me to stop.

I look at the stars and I ask why,

And maybe, when there's time to fly,

It answers nothing, silent, closed,

Same feel, same old shit with people who ghost.

I strive to be me, then I strive to be nice,

A board game of masks

And I lost my dice.

.

I want to scream, I want to scream, I can't comprehend this,

I cannot stand this right now.

All these feelings piled up and fear,

I fear and nobody understands, the only ones that act up

Are dry walled and speak like know-how.

I cannot handle this right now,

I cannot handle this, I can't.

Like an empty shadow road,

This all seems too thick, painful and broad

And you - shut up.

Won't say a word, will ye

I want you to shut it, and doors to be shut,

Thousands of lusts have died all for once

In my gut.

Leave, I am done.

All the tears are so pathetic. I bite my lip

I endure to not show any of you

I feel so deeply, I fear and I love too

And whatever's left, will be claimed by me,

Not you. In-between us a wide, dark sea

I fucked all the rules. I got myself free.

Time's not my death - 

I feel so much. But I'll battle, till hell, I fucking will

And through depths cut with swords I will flee.

Submerge

Feels like my wilderness has been killed somewhere,

Like everything is passing by,

My life, I'm catching nothing anymore,

Something in the distance burns, but it seems so small like firefly.

I imagine running barefoot through the woods,

I imagine listening to the drum of the oak,

Let my pain and waiting out, under the roots to soak

It's all just within my head and nothing happens. 

I waited, but nothing spoke. Is spirit dead,

My fear of death, just like a smoke, in the woods that wildfire swallows,

Under the pressure of blood dripping down my arms

Into branches as hallows,

Bow and turn, bow, head thrown back and slowly getting into feeling,

Magic under the omen, cast by the rot and the healing -

Death of the moss. The branch you cut and toss.

Blood drips down your arms and mine -

This is the song. That's our thunder named shrine.

Rejoice and dive into depth. Of the deepest fear, the dark, the screams.

The divine.