A mirror can say a lot ..

I hate myself

Look in the mirror and I’m a mess

What have I done ?

I crossed the line and now she’s gone

Ran , scared of who I am

Of the darkness that can damn

All the living surrounding the man

That I am , that I have become

No point of returning

No prayer , just silence , overwhelming ..

Anger , hate , cuts and  bruises

Getting closer to end the pain of the heart that’s wounded

That’s being slaughtered  by a human being

That doesen’t  deserve the right of breathing

Only to be damned ..

That man is who I am .

Fail

Always the victim

The blood keeps dripin’

Stiches ain’t working ..

For him anymore .

He keeps on falling

His wings now broken , he is dying

He looks up at the sky

He doesen’t see it , it’s do dark for it’s bright

Still he doesen’t say anything , not anymore

Maturity is his desire , the dream he longs on for

The walls are closing up while the life fades away

Squeezing all the energy as his death is on a delay

At last , he has fallen in desire

Hungering for what others have for a while

Dead , no feeling lays now in his heart

All gone in just a fragment of time , of art ..

Endless nightmare

O noua noapte nedormita cu 6 cafele baute si un pachet ce’si gaseste sfarsitul in plamanii lui fumurii . De ceva vreme nu mai are liniste , sta , se uita pe pereti , sufletul lui amarat cara povara unui trup prea greu pentru el . Peretii nu misca , se uita la el , se privesc , privirile lor sunt la fel , reci , moarte , goale .. O data cu rasaritul incepe o noua zi de chin , o noua zi in care vede acel chip ce i’a semnat sentinta , isi vede calaul , care de fiecare data ii arunca priviri ce il omoara , ce il taie .. 

Stuck

Punch after punch , kick after kick I take

Life’s against me , there’s just no escape

Time is flowing the other way

Thers no returning , I’m stuck , I wait

The pain swallows up my being

Killing the kid that used to have feelings

Freezing me in a time lock , where there’s only pain

The only feeling I hold of , preventing me to faint

Making me suffer , feel alive

Rejecting the feeling that I have died

Breathing slow but sure , choked by the smoke

Days go bye , my heart constantly stabbed by a fork

Even though it hurts like hell

It purifies the devil inside the well

That is my shattered soul , a fragment

That remains from the kid who’s empty hearted..

Time

Time slipped by unnoticed all these years

Growing old and tired from all the tears

The regrets and mistakes haunt me

They grab hold of me , it’s frightening

It all went by so fast

I didn’t have time to react

So I feel inside the black

Slipping slowly throught the cracks ..

Now it’s winter , freezing cold

It’s dark , it’s silent , terrifying

Time just caught up

Nowhere to run

I need an escape

To free myself from all the hate

The hatred that’s been haunting me

The suffering and myserry ..

A purpose

In a hallway he sits

He smokes , he drinks he thinks

He sees what others don’t

He may be weird , but not a dork

He’s weird in his own special ways

The people judge him by the words he says

Only he knows their true meaning

The way that works his living being

He needs a key to set him free

To release the tragedy

He has become , pushed by time and memories

To change no matter the degrees

No matter how hard it may be

He sees a challenge , a need to be

A better person for the one

That needs him , cannot live without

He thinks..

1 Decembrie pentru mine

1 Decembrie , sarbatoare , ziua nationala , sarbatoarea unei tari moarta de foame si golita de hoti , care conduc tara cica , dar de fapt o duc spre prapastie . Nu sunt patriot , nu am de ce . Tara asta nu mi'a oferit nimic , de ce sa'i ofer eu patriotism ? Ma pis pe ea , vezi oameni cu salarii infecte , de pensionari nu mai zic , e vina voastra ca nu faceti nimic , stati si dormiti in fotolii , ne mancati banii , ii beti , ii fumati , va urasc , caini jegosi , saracii goale ce sunteti , sper sa ajungeti si voi in locul nostru , sa vedeti cum e sa traiti , voi traiti o iluzie propulsata spre cer de banii nostrii . Ce ma dispera si mai multe ca nu furati pe la spate ba , ne furati pe fata fara sa va doara macar in cot , voi "sa traiti bine" , noi sa ne manjim prin "canale" , incercand sa iesim la suprafata , tara asta nu formeaza oameni , formeaza vise legate de revolte , in cele din urma vom razbucni si va vom distruge .. Va mirati de ce toata lumea va uraste ? Uitati'va in oglinda ! Asta .. daca aveti curajul .