Love Leviathan

On your body I see oceans...
And I swim in the waves of your skin.
Your hair is a dark storm
That I do not fear,
 For I am the Leviathan that lives in you.

I am the Guardian of my own jail,
Lost in the endless waters of your arms
Forever bound to roam in your depths,
Unholy, yet pure,
For I am Love, and you are my Home.

And I dive furiously
Into the abyss of your eyes,
Beyond this world, but never quite in the other.
I gladly bear my curse,
For I am King in your infinite castle.

At night

Every time I turn off the light,
My demons are there.

I can see them before I get into bed.
My demons are there.

Sharpening their teeth and claws,
Waiting for me to disconnect.

As soon as the last light dies,
As soon as the last voice disappears,

As soon as I am left with just myself,
They come...

And they have no mercy.
They come to take me away.

They don't care if it hurts.

They come.

Stupidity, your name is Hope

I shut the door after you and my world got a bit sadder,

For all the wind and all the cold in the land

Came falling down on you as you left into the night.

I spend my time as me in between the times that we are us

And the hours and days become a river of slow grey.

England has swallowed me first and chewed me after,

Time wants again to play that stupid game of predator and prey…

I wonder at your thoughts, like burning trees painted in the sky.

We are but words, like air, 

Like magic worlds colliding furiously, without remorse.

We are two arms that cling to each other in a chain of only two links.

One of your “you”-s is meeting one of my “me”-s for the first time every day.

Hello, says at the other end a ghost, and dreams fly high

And I get lost into your darkness. You’ll never know me and you’ll never try.

Poem

Eu sunt asa, abstract, ca o idee

Cand vrei sa ma imbratisezi, femeie.

De vezi ca ma-ntristez, ma lasa.

De multa vreme n-am mai fost acasa.

Un arbore de foc si de albastru

Am devenit, asa, ca un sihastru

M-am mistuit si am ramas doar fum

Satul de-atata vreme si de drum

Dar dac-o fi vreodata sa ma-ntorc

Sa fiu nu doar in vis, ci-n loc

Primeste-ma si scutura-ma bine

Si-apoi ascunde-ma de lume-n tine

Despair (Song Lyrics)

That’s where it lives,

Between lace and rust,

Between death and lust,

Between murder and trust.

And it fills the air,

The melancholic ghost

Of the seven faced whore

By the name of Despair.

That’s where it dwells

Like a lingering pain,

Like the blade of a knife,

The deceiver of lives,

And it cries through the night,

It’s a curse, it’s a blight,

Always here, always there,

In the grasp of Despair.

Forgive me for the day

I ran from the cross,

I ran and hid away,

I couldn’t take the loss,

Go,

The way of the saint,

To brake my restraint

I tried and I have failed.

Into the dark

It screams and it barks,

It begs for your love,

It longs for your spark,

With its rotten old fingers

Like playing the harp,

You are lost in the stare

Of the ghoulish Despair.

Crushed in her arms

She will never let go,

She will cling to your soul

Like a weed when it grows,

So it’s time to prepare,

Because now you will share

Your miserable life

With the evil Despair.

Death, sadness and loss,

Feels like they grow on the walls.

Insomnia

Words like shadows,
Woven into a net by an invisible spider.

And it's warm and comfortable, this venom,
This poisoned honey that darkens the air.

So they come creeping,
Like liquid tentacles of ink

And they shroud me and hold me
Like a dark mantle,
Tighter and tighter,
My constrictor, abyssal snake
With heads at both ends.

Each head whispers into my ear,
Left: I know what you want,
Right: I know who you are,
Stay here with us forever...

Deceitful and mischievous
Are sometimes the flames of despair.
My two-headed demon is my own two hands
holding my head as I battle myself.

The infinite whirlwind of screaming souls
That makes this world alive
Falls silent in my dreams,
Yet music only comes at night...

Oh, Insomnia,
A lonely ghost across a sea of ice,
No one can hear your cries,
For the sea is called Sorrow,
And the closest shore is Nowhere.

What is the purpose of time?
A parasite that loves decay,
A symbiont of death.

The trap worked.

The dust falls silently onto the world.

Beție

Câteodată, când vinul e mai roșu si mai acru, 
parcă aud tristețea cum zgreapțănă la ușă ca un câine turbat,
mâncat de jigodie.

Printre coastele-i  putrede se văd nopți pierdute în fum și lumini albastre. 
Mă împietresc și vinul se face mai roșu. 
Mai acru.