When I will die, the world will keep its pace,
Unfazed by my absence, in its infinite grace,
The sun will rise, casting its morning glow,
Life will move forward, as it always does so.
When I will die, the skies will still be blue,
The stars will shine brightly, in the night's hue,
The seasons will turn, from spring to fall,
Nature’s grand cycle, embracing us all.
When I will die, memories will linger on,
In the hearts of those who’ve known me, even when I'm gone, Echoes of laughter, whispers of love,
Will weave through time, like a gentle dove.
When I will die, let there be peace,
A quiet end, a serene release,
No mourning, no sorrow, just a gentle farewell,
As I journey onward, where dreams dwell.
When I will die, I'll find my place,
Among the stars, in boundless space,
A soul set free, to roam and explore,
In the infinite vastness, forevermore.

Unforgettable days described
on a scroll
soaked with sin.
Toxín.

Bright and smart,
she was so alive,
pure beauty of life.
He took all he could gain
showing her just disdain,
whispered words
that she wants,
getting under her skin
but toxín.
And she heard
that her fate
is a widow from now,
silent vow.
So let it begin
with toxín.

He thought that woman like her
won't be able to leave,
will be silent, naive
and consent just to live
next to him -
so relentless and grim.
Just to serve,
just to live in the shadow,
just to try to deserve.
Feigning grin.
Who is he to get those vague jokes
about toxín?

He thought he would drink to the bottom,
but drops flowed down the glass.
Why this soul is so rotten?
Why he incessantly looks at
her silhouette?
Why he's searching for rhyme like poet?
Now he lurched..
Her toxín is his end.

The stars will go out,
his rough desire to hear her voice like tweet,
feel her touch, hear her sound...
She won't be there anymore,
she will never give treat,
and he won't ignore
broken bound.
Every minute is poisoned.
Toxin.

The morning is dawning,
the wind scatters birds,
and now he is calling
to say that he loves.
A fragment of her heart will be healing,
she knows.
Infernal existence,
time flows,
and he's full of faith
whispers name.
Does he know that his distance
is passing away?

She cries and asks how to live,
she's sincere in tears -
she needs time to relieve.

He did hold her..
No way,
every hour was poisoned,
so he had once to pay.

One of them had to
take all that toxin.

Life is but a whisper,
The volume is built in the heart,
Long before it enters the mouth, and
Henceforth carried by the atmosphere.

You, you're my one and only,
Without you I'd be a little lonely.
Nope I lied,
If I were to lose you,
I'd lose myself and they'd have to gather tools to fix my heart.
And while the ocean is wide,
I need you to be my bright side.
In fact it's starting to seem that you're the ink in my pen,
Your tears of sadness and joy.
Staring into your eyes,
I freeze like a toy.
I'm just a boy,
And you're my classroom crush.

When no songs can find you soothe you bind you
When no strings are played, when all chords are laid
In front of you aside
Ripped out
next to the heart
The heart that once was warm
That pumped so fluidly with every tune
The heart that so easily reached for tears that so easily cried
Where art thou
Heart vanishing now
It's there in a glance it's at the end of the road too
That music which was its local tune all too
Empty vacuum
Seeking threads
Old threads
New threads
The thread
Red thread
Gold thread
Ooo the existential squeeze without the heart & music art
I fray all too easily
All too easily I fray
…
I am crushed by the dichotomy
The inevitability of impulse when the heart does one show
The Sagacity of moment that lines the myelin shock
The Flushing Inebriation with an exhale catching up
The Sobriety & Disparity & Liquidity of What Is Good
I Need not reconcile & Yet I cannot abstain from impulse
It is a cycle that never knows resolution
A whip with no absolve