glass little balls all around,
shaking in harsh sound.
million iron stings all in me,
speaking dreadful plea.
can’t get rid of the odd flashbacks,
they are stuck in my head.
and i’m running and i’m hiding,
can’t escape the feeling.
the weird notion sneaks in roughly
despite the tremor.
and i’m running and i’m hiding,
can’t escape the feeling.
i’m rambling through the limbo,
with my alter ego.
and i’m running and i’m hiding,
can’t escape the feeling.
meet me in my sick mind,
schizophrenia refined.
or just let me at you ease,
with hundreds of my fears.
grey sky,
and sand between my fingers.
deep silence around me.
lone mind,
i’m lost the wind is witness,
the tempting sea.
water on my toes
water on my ankles
water on my knees
water on my thighs
water on my hips
water on my waist…
unbound,
sufferings release me,
that’s my only plea.
i’m half,
nothing would complete me,
will the sea?
water on my breasts
water on my neck
water on my lips
water on my nose
water in my ears
water in my eyes…
silence…
and i feel like the water wraps me up,
and i’m hovering at the edge.
there’s no point in holding up,
the death won’t be misjudged.
and i’m fainting into the darkness,
slowly fading, slowly fading…
stars i can’t see
and the moon on the tree,
salt in my eyes
when i pity all my lies.
cold of the bay
and the sky which is grey,
wind and the sand
and the sea and the edge,
point of the death,
silence…
the smell of soap,
gloomy light and tight space.
bottom of a closet -
my favourite place.
through the days of void
i was carried through without a doubt
by the endless hope i’ll run on you
when i’ll be down and out.
feeling so unreal,
so open your eyes, still try to hold on.
step in between,
sorrow and grief, and this will stay on.
and one day i saw
no matter who you are,
no matter who is close,
we are all alone
in our small lives
and there’s no choice.
and one day i saw
no matter who am i,
no matter who is close,
i’ll be all alone
in my small life
and there’s no choice.
all the spheres are full of water,
saline water full of pain.
taste the flavour,
or just suck my vein.
round-shaped ones are stretching,
as the air is going by.
falling down
and waiting for the last moment.
my tear,
has got nothing but a crisp,
morning in its life.
howled down,
everything by wind lisp,
hold breath, five
seconds is the only time tear has,
it knows the night is here.
without fear,
little droplet awaits the sting.
that moment came in precise way,
drop splashed with no enjoy.
just end of me,
swan lust for own-destroy.
for a drop,
there is nothing but a crisp,
mourning in its life.
roared down,
everything by wind lisp,
whole breath fife.
have to hide my restless heart,
it‘s easier when it‘s halved
and wash the smile of my face.
have to cry 3 happy tears,
live 9 seconds like 9 years,
pretend nothing is what it seems.
waiting for you my desired nightmare,
joined with silver fibre flying out there,
day or night dream i’m in i don‘t care.
i search for love in disguise,
like deaf i hear only with eyes,
i’ll find the truth in all your lies.
will you touch my noiseless sigh,
while watching northern-lights at the sky,
will the pure emotion drop by?
loosing my weight i‘m floating too high,
can‘t see anything else than black sky,
so far i‘m sinking in fate’s eye.
glass little balls all around,
shaking in harsh sound.
million iron stings all in me,
speaking dreadful plea.
can’t get rid of the odd flashbacks,
they are stuck in my head.
and i’m running and i’m hiding,
can’t escape the feeling.
the weird notion sneaks in roughly
despite the tremor.
and i’m running and i’m hiding,
can’t escape the feeling.
i’m rambling through the limbo,
with my alter ego.
and i’m running and i’m hiding,
can’t escape the feeling.
meet me in my sick mind,
schizophrenia refined.
or just let me at you ease,
with hundreds of my fears.
Lying on a bed
When you left your heart and moved to mine,
you took all your knives and the intense shine
made a little but deep deep pinhole
into the side of my soul.
When you asked me to go for a walk,
you left me alone in deep woods and the fog,
that the lovely haze turned into,
made me lost in my gloomy blue.
Summer smell of rain
and a little grain of pain
makes a perfect harmony
expressing what’s between you and me.
At night I want you to hold my hand,
you are too trustful and I’m sorry for you, when
your morning starts with a surprise and anger,
that you‘re missing your little finger.
On Sundays afternoons we like to fly high,
you each time believe my innocent lie,
that the needle I hide inside my palm
isn‘t the thing, that makes you fall down.
Pinion that doesn’t fit in,
inside a ponderous sin,
tragic silence at the table,
would you please be able
to solve those subtle loops,
to release me from pointless hopes,
to come just at witching hour
with a snake and yellow flower.
Close my eyes and make me deaf,
pinch me hard and steal my breath,
let me down and leave me here, please.
Loneliness – the lucid feeling,
when the void in my ear’s squealing,
despair’s sneaking to my mind
and you don’t help me to find
snowflake in a black outer space,
pursuant feeling, that would erase
deeply sick thoughts from my head
and all the words that weren’t said.
Né epn néham
Sdrow le urcfo llufru oh nadnast guoh teruza fosy a dwef a retfa
Thgin kra daekill eef tsujI thgi liwt tsujron wads’ tifi
Gnisse ugly drahm Ignis simtra eh flah
Daedni arb flah htiw debano gniyl.
1. Svénovy vůlkful fórnini,
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