sâmbătă, 23 septembrie 2017

Purge

Contemplating lately on my new level of insanity,
I stare into the abyss from the edge of reality.
Into the pitch darkness I see myself into a mirror,
And I see that my path hasn't gotten any clearer.

I can't hear any voices, I can still think logically,
But my view has dimmed and I long for clarity,
As if I could obtain it in the morning, wide awake,
When all can I hear is the glass castle break.

Illusions that were built on ignorance and lies
Misinformed and confused, I'm again closing my eyes.
Hoping that the sandman will take me away
Where the night is less comforting than the day.

duminică, 4 iunie 2017

Copilarii

Buna din nou, ma numesc cum ma numesc, si acum trebuie sa marturisesc
Ca am ajuns inca odata unde nu voiam sa ma intorc, adica sa iubesc.
De ce nu ascult de mine, cand din fire apare ceva si imi spune: nu e bine?
Oare as evita pururea acea durere de cap mirifica, care inima-mi sustine?

Declaram acum cateva zile cu tarie ca eu nu am sa ma mai indragostesc,
Dar acum am ajuns sa ma bat peste gura, pur copilaresc si totodata firesc,
Ca iarasi ma indrept spre o batalie din start pierduta, iar inima-mi canta;
Canta cantecele vitejesti ale unei sperante nemuritoare ce ma incanta.

Daca as fi trait acum cateva secole,as fi fost un barbar, zburand frenetic in lupta,
Dar azi, acum, ma simt ca o mica furnica ce se topeste sub soarele din lupa.
Atentia altadata distributiva si dezorganizata, e indreptata spre un final oarecare,
Spre finalul care va veni, sper, cand soarele rasare din indepartata zare.







duminică, 22 ianuarie 2017

Fire at night.

When at night, I feel so desperately alone
I start to believe that I constantly hone
My character, my mind and my persona
It's just me and I do what  I wanna.

But at night, when the light goes out,
I sincerely think that without a doubt,
I slowly lose my mind and my perception,
And that's why I slowly do a correction.

Correct my attitude and my personality
Because in this world there's no need for duality,
I can be who I am, but I can't be what I want
Because then I can't pretend I'm just a runt.

My mind is messed up and my view is foggy,
I wish that I could turn into a little doggy,
Bark for food or cry for attention,
Because your mind is your biggest detention.

In the prison of my mind, I warmingly reveal
All that you people make me feel for real.

luni, 2 ianuarie 2017

3:00

Ok, hai sa clarificam o chestie: asta nu e o poveste
In care totul e frumos, hi hi, ha ha, iar eu trec peste,
Nu, asta e o critica acuta a unei minti instabile
Aflata printre persoane cu conexiuni fragile.
Si da, poate cateodata sunt mai necizelat,
Insa sunt educat, cultivat si calculat.
I-auzi!

Calculez cu raceala daca sa mai caut apropiere,
Chiar daca la fiecare inventar am fost dat la scadere.
Si e un lucru ciudat, atunci cand ofer tot gratis si garantat,
Sa fiu aruncat intr-un colt al mintii, poate chiar uitat.
Oboseala isi spune cuvantul, iar printre palcurile de ceata din fata ochilor mei,
Vad peste doar cifra 3. 
3..3... 3 ... 3:00... 3:01. AM.