I'm so ******* sad
and hopeless.
        Broken mind
     Birds are going to wallow
         for ever
  Trees & months & moon
      cry
   for ever



                   There must be something wrong
                      with the outside
                                         I know it.

Stab the heart of the summer
  
     Impale it.

                             Don't worry,
                           It won't die,
                               won't vanish

         It will devour you,
           swallow you whole.
  
                                You two will be one.

She walked away
         and now I'm sad

The world has ended.
Few survivors gathered
round the fire in their camp
before the night has come,
and flooded the earth with her presence

Then, one man, without any hurry,
breathed the evening air filled
with cicadas sounds, and stood up.
He sat on the boulder beside the cracking wood and weeds,
and started to declaim poems,
and no one interrputed,
everyone listened

Rain increases
like nightjars' growing
              thirstful
            clamor
She wept
   -the rain is over

Insane old man! Insane old man!
Sitting near the sea, in a small town.
Sunset's light and white buildings, empty streets.
Tell your children and your friends that
       There is no Secret
   but only the waves, flowing calmly in the Great Sea,
Cold, dark, silent waters and the
swollen orange Sun above them.

        -The Big Rest is here for us. Finish your chores,
          take a look at the Sun and the village, feel
          the soft evening's wind, do some small things and
                              go to the Sea

                -The old man in a hat, sitting on a chair with
                  a staff in his hand, smiled and said:
                       "There's no Secret, but only
                             waves
                                and the Great Sea."

Voices mumbling from the other side,
A thousand languages torture my mind;
Jail of sandstone and steel is where I hide.

Here I sit
Tears and blood,
Tears and blood,
Tears and blood,
And the worms that feed of these.

The city-man came back to his house
After a day of working
He took an everyday shower
And during the shower, he screamed.
Screamed, 'cause he found a tick
A little black tick, with his tiny legs
Sticking out in a still, terrifying manner

The city-man turned off the shower,
And jumped out, pale and scared
He pulled out the tick
And flushed him away

Not much were his efforts worth
Few days later, the red alert
There's no return
The red alert
No return, no return, no return

                                                   "Not much were your efforts worth,
                                                    I've burrowed underneath your brain
                                                    So watch the slow and painful growth,
                                                    And your mind stray off its lane."

And so the tick kept singing his song
On and on, long long long
And thus the man turned his head to face the Moon.

The dour grey city
As I'm walking through it
My eyes, my brain confused
With the malicious colours
    (Green and red, at once?
    What am I SUPPOSED to do?)
Switching, shifting,
The tension is growing,
And drivers are honking at me
Crossed the road, woops, the light was RED.
    (I'm a daltonist
    Gonna shatter these lights someday.)

...So I was driving down the road,
I was a passenger in a car,
Sitting safely inside, kinda bored,
Staring through the window
You know, the next thing I recall,
I saw the Cosmos
All the stars, and dark, silent space
Through the deformed, torn metal of my vehicle,
It was like... brutally ripped
Floating in the Universe, in this loud silence,
And you see, now I know
I peeked into the Forbidden,
I gazed into the Unknown.

Who has the courage to ****** the Sun?
I'm sick of all these rays blinding birds

'Cause you shall know
That when the Sun meets its demise
All the Stars emerge from the darkness
And the birds turn back
To thrillful bats and owls
And all the lurking beasts
Crawl out of their caves,
As the bright light recedes.

Who has the will, to give birth to a night,
Unfold a thousand mysteries,
And dance with the Stars - insanely?

I'm calling you up, Sunslayers.

Sitting with a mug and a pen
Looking for a shape of me,
For myself and you to see.
How can one drown in the depths of madness
and bring back fishes?
Jesus, can you help me?
How can one go down the rabbit hole
and bring back real items; souvenirs?
In this speck of time,
I strive to know.

And in this cradle of Raven's claws,
I'll go blue and vanish
And as I had flown down on white wings,
On black ones I will leave.