On the waves of an ashen sea
A silhoette dances tonight,
It stars with one a strange dance
Soon becoming a lasting duet
Turning Shadows to cinders dropped from the skies
To meet the earthly remembrance
Of what we had.

On the waves of creation of matter
In concrete world we evolve
As standing proud issues restoring
Grounds and lives forgotten in time.

And times matter and matter times
As eyes are tearing and voices crying
And craving laughs, craving laughs
With sorrow.

Of Sin and Sinners we have heard
It's tired-some as sin is everything today...
I wish my heart and life quite clean.
I'm tired.

If you're not cheating, lying well,
If you don't go for what they stand
Too proud for...
'Have tried, you know...
Now I can't stand this anymore.

As they would
Then they wouldn't do
What they are asking
Coming through
In ways you can accept
Then be
Upset and vexed,
Just how I' d be.

But still, they would
Look for a way,
If you don't take the examples there,
The best ones out there
For which you can stand
Too proud for...
I can stand proud for...
Alone
Together dreaming well,
A hide and seek play
Left în times that were
Forgettable...
Then  war was on!

Now who's a better example and why.

Your Father did was not enough...
Now your Mother?

If only, one had the good common sense...
I used to have the good common sense...
But I lost it... Somehow... And that felt finally good.

... Expect to trust me
When you got deceived and fried and hurt so many times?

Of what you feel
A merit of your soul
Your mate your own
Chosen gift.

You don't want my life.
You want only what came out good of it!

I hear the novel scream,
Good animals of Sven
The war is still descending
With the rain
To piece into the grounds
And splash o to the asphalt that will spill
A Word or two on the cries of a soul
That lived with the intensity of natural tempests

And so it seems that I observed you
To become what I never knew I desired to be.

We create our apologies every day
With every moment of a thought given,
Taken an idea and moved forward
For the sake of multiplication
Of our dearest moments!

Nature can be only upset with the garbage
All the garbage we create
Upset
With the garbage we create
Is nature and the natural creating beauty out of garbage.

For that memory
Of your greatness
And that wish of well for both of our worlds?

Of the same story,
The same depressions
Still, thankful for not going through the worst?

To have for somebody
Is to do whatever they want
Shut your mouth
Speak when you're asked
Then be accused and ****** up
For what you said or didn't say...
Well I said and did everything.

.... matter...
                      ... A promise is a promise...
... and this...
                     ... is it...

What I was looking for...
                    ... Is in life,
in death...                                      ... It isn't
                           So
What you were looking for...
Is în life...
                   ... In death...
                            So

W.                 E.                 A               e
        A.                   S     s
                  V.                            V                 W

For the duty you want to believe in.

                      May you believe
In your justice and help in times of need.
                     May you be helped.

A reason you'll find, perhaps...
The reason... Behind the curtain...

Is for the worthy
Of such a thing!

Hell as well.
And different roles can be played
On the stage of a show
With little harm done.

Too proud for me...
                              She thinks she knows.

She must be greater...
                              And  I must be here...

A family


Is a family...
If you can accept... A family like that!
A good family like that...

Then I can't expect respect from anybody.

Lovely
                        These
                                                      Traps.

It. Is Good to know how much I will despise myself.

The one who is preferable,
Acceptable and to be appreciated
Keep her
And never come back for me
With your crowds
Of mountains of evil
*******.

I wish you well,
I wish you could understand
I learned what I could
The many were perhaps too cruel.
It's a cruel world,
It's a cruel world.

Only Children see it as beautiful!
Only Children can feel it this beautiful.

To be hated...
                  


          When nobody hates you
There must be a problem
          There, where you're trying
To survive
          As you see this as important
For your duty
          And life with no meaning
Is a worthless life.

Left behind when disrespectful,
Leaving you behind as you couldn't respect me.
Departing...
We should respect each other
If there is anything to respect.
If you can't just find your way
Away from me.
And sirens
Sirens call
Sirens work...
But only God knows,
God sees...
Gods and godesses...
Why not Forgive them?
Can you forgive them?

I came to the conclusion that this problem
I'm to you
Needs to fight.

I was proud with my God!
I was living with my God!
I was... Remembering.

She doesn't want me all ****** up,
She is such a kind human!
She has a purpose that is noble in life!
I can only understand that she must Have been a show girl
And all this is
Because We're some show people...

Isn't jealousy great?
What did it create?
Some fancied,
Some ridiculous Ness,
Some craving...

Some..., live the Hell you want
And don't bother me anymore!

How did you feel?
I know just how.
Why do you think I never wanted to see you again but for a slaughter?

When you are happy,
How is it that I'm sad?
How is it that I 'm tired
Of this business combined?
How is it that
I go for the magical world
When you are happy...
Why am I sad?
A cloud' s a cloud,
The rain's the rain
And it May feed and wash away
The waste that's filth
Only the depths of grounds
Know how to handle.
Only the worms that know how to devour

For what?
Oh! It is good to know.
Have a nice... some

Or go and live in Hell...

To Leave you behind...

Oh, what the honour,
What the Grace!

I am tired
Of everything
They want
But that is life
If they want to they may live.
I already know what a problem all this
Isn't.

Let Us see

How much of an insult one can take
If I 'm sorry for your demons
It seems that I am sorry for myself
My everybody.

Other people May insult us
Well other people May be insulted.

Told me what you wanted from me

You don't remember yourself? But I Will remember you
I Will remember you,
I must Have loved you.

You don't want to know
Me
As life was bit too hard
Understanding must be hard
They know
They see
And if I saw
I wanted to live
Or believe
Understanding evil wasn't hard
As life was bit too hard

You don't remember yourself. But I Will remember you

How much I hate this world
And why
Would you believe it
Or I Will have to show you?

All my tries
To make something better
Of the show
Of mercy and pride...
We've been through...
I was too faithful,
Perhaps I had to learn...
What lies behind each and every human.

If art is such a sin
Then I don't want to be there for you
Then, I find that I want to...
Make life
Out of life
Out of life
Until death showed us better.

Are spilling, broken chains
Of your heart in pain excruciable
Blessed
Your places

I have poured rivers of tears,
Remained with filth and some miracle
To help me recover my faith...

I Have been putting back together
Pieces of work
But evil and awfulness must go together
You killed me
For your filth had to survive.
Clean her
Clean her somehow
Of the worse
You will not love
And not because ugly or too beautiful
But because of the filth you made her of...

How much we can suffer for our souls!
It's a soul take, soul give...
Maybe God can bless...
And maybe what we do is what will matter in the end.

I don't want to see you
Because you didn't ruin my life.
It's probably this the answer,
It's probably this...

The famished are looking for ways to make it,
Were you famished when you stole what was mine?
Were you famished when you ruined my soul?

Were you?

Life gives and life takes
And life offers.

I am today thankful for being able to make
Of this chance a life to be treasured.

Now you cry?
Well, be it a lesson and calm down,
Make a life that's meaningful for yourself and some... New one.

Ah! The joy in destroying great couples lives!

Of course, one would have loved to **** that one who did this horrible Deed.
But one found something one played as peace then learned...

Could you miss evil?
Can you believe that there was something like this in the world?
May I believe in the good will and sanctity of these acts of cruelty?
When one's too proud...
But when one isn't
"Yes! I 'm too proud to live a life I do not treasure." he said and moved on, found a better place, a life that matters,
A life for which he mattered more. "
That courage one would love to have...

One must only learn
Sometimes feeling then coming to a peaceful resolution only to learn that without revenge taken one will become just meat for the dead.

I said this before, maybe they earned
Their self respect and honours.
How?
I wish I felt it mattered... Then, I wish I didn't feel a thing.

As feelings hurt at times
And that should be okay.
Why do you hate me so much?
You make me think you never wanted me in your life
Perhaps it was for the best... For you and others too...
Maybe I found my way
Still... Why did I Have to be so broken?

Money... Life... Fame...
If it's all a sin then why hating another isn't?
This is the truth?
Who won in the end?
The one who abused and knew how to escape
Or the one who didn't?

She hated you as if you were the one who did something so wrong
As cheating and lying and playing around.
But sometimes it isn't that bad,
A little lie told for a world to feel better...
But Just like the truth can Hurt you more than you know
A little lie can make a miracle happen;
A little lie can make a life go wrong,
So, yes, saying a prayer was not that wrong
But what's a prayer to someone who can't find true love?
And sometimes we get mixed up
And have no clue.

Now what is life without a little poem,
Without a prayer, without the memories of what we lived.
What can be life, without a little try?
What can be life without a little break
For something else we can believe in
With a heart of true.
What can be life without...

Maybe I was forced to exist!
You stupid ****!
But you had to be a hateful ***** and destroy my crap.
For this I may be grateful sometime....
Only now
There is work to do.

'Kept trying to understand
Why would you hate me.
The world was grateful somehow
With you,' am right?

If only I could burn all this hell
To create out of the poison
The blade,
That magic blade to use
Only in times of need.

The magic blade to cut and heal the flesh
That was infected.

Turn poison into that which can make happen
The miracle of living a life much wanted.
Their thirst for blood brought truth out...
Here, I was cursed. All that was brought to me was fair: I lied.
You trusted me? I tried...
We loved each other so much!
Oh, but now it seems it's over...
When was it not
Like that...?

Why didn't I listen?
I think I was just a child.

While you expect me to do what you want,
I expect you to do what I want
And here we stand. Each wishing to do, for others to do
A bunch of doers.

As I walk through the tunnels you depicted
In a photograph a shade in plays speaking in tongues
Of hearts I wanted to believe in
Trust
But as I failed I remembered who I really am.
It's a place where we are one
And it can be beautiful
It can be troublesome
It can be craving for the better life.

I shouldn't have bought clothes...
What was I thinking? That I was going to have a good reason to wear them?
I shouldn't have had ideals!
What was I thinking?
That there was room for my stupid needs in this wonderful world of yours?
I shouldn't have eaten...
What was I thinking? That after work someone should eat?
It's even worse for not having the job of your dreams.
I shouldn't have respected myself in any way...
How dared I...
Oh, and how dared I understand Any of your needs,
Any of your plans,
Any good Deed done
To Learn that
It was all for their contemptuous lies.

I'll make it happen
My miracle, my need...
Out of what is not such a problem and great a sin to touch.

Playing foot every day,
House of need.

The beauty of love (illegal or not) lies in the pages if history.

If it hurts then it must be live
And all your sheep and cattle should feel honoured
For being slaughtered, to us the proof of
Great love.

What I am made of now
You'd gladly leave behind,
Bury deep in the grounds
Never to see again.

Where are my blades
To clean all this infectious blame
This miserable soul
That seems did not deserve
But more
More of the filth
You wouldn't know
Of How to rid yourselves.

Where are those fires
To put an end to all this filthy page
That I've become
This filth of which everyone
Would be Justly Glad
Happily sad to rid themselves.