Thousand and one death
Thousand and one death,
not enough for one in my soul...
I died every thursty day,
every hungry night,
one death,
for each day,
from my X years...
And the moisture in the air,
my poor tears,
condensate,
evaporate out of me,
and they run away from me... thick black under my eyes,
cracks left and right on my face,
fossil,
leftover,
ancient dry being, weeds,
dried through the years, dying...
From times i'm not human,
death,
nonlife...
I started to hate... to hate a lot, from the bottom of my soul.
I hated birth,
my birth,
my first day,
my first night,
i hated everything from the begining... i hate this far,
i will hate to the end... i will hate more, i will hate the most...
and after death i will leave only hatred... and after my... death, far more than yours,
i will still hate... there will be no end, there will be no death,
for this hatred.
Drunk and sick,
i sank in agony,
i become pain's salve,
locked inside a psychotic room in my head,
in the chaos of my mind,
and only one picture before my eyes,
you... dead
I got up,
NOTHING...
I had a romace with the darkness,
and we gave birth to hatred... i started to feed her.. with memories...
with the kindness dead inside me... with the last warm atoms inside me.
And instead of memory of happy days,
just holes... holes without bottom... catacombs in my chest,
there is nothing pleasant inside me...
My blood is dark ink,
cheap and poisonous matter,
i pour out of my hands,
from my head,
every day with new bottle full of bitterness,
i kill my liver,
i fold the seconds of my heart... i hate to live... i hate...
And i hate... Celebrations,
I beseech the pranksters,
their souls full of life,
i hated their ignorance,
the ignorance of my damned existance... i am contempt of the contempt...
Thousand and one death,
for one avarage human life of witnesing,
not enough for one in my soul...
One more sick than the others,
you two died before me,
the most valuable lump in my heart got ripped,
my love got carried away by black birds... forever in no return.
You died and what was ours inside you...
Thousand and one death,
without my soul,
can hell be my heaven,
and can heaven be my hell,
when my soul died...
Can the wind spread life,
when i lost faith...
Can the dream stop the pain,
when reality extinguished my hopes...
Thousand and one death,
not enough for one in my soul...
Thousand and one death,
not enough for one in my soul...
I died every thursty day,
every hungry night,
one death,
for each day,
from my X years...
And the moisture in the air,
my poor tears,
condensate,
evaporate out of me,
and they run away from me... thick black under my eyes,
cracks left and right on my face,
fossil,
leftover,
ancient dry being, weeds,
dried through the years, dying...
From times i'm not human,
death,
nonlife...
I started to hate... to hate a lot, from the bottom of my soul.
I hated birth,
my birth,
my first day,
my first night,
i hated everything from the begining... i hate this far,
i will hate to the end... i will hate more, i will hate the most...
and after death i will leave only hatred... and after my... death, far more than yours,
i will still hate... there will be no end, there will be no death,
for this hatred.
Drunk and sick,
i sank in agony,
i become pain's salve,
locked inside a psychotic room in my head,
in the chaos of my mind,
and only one picture before my eyes,
you... dead
I got up,
NOTHING...
I had a romace with the darkness,
and we gave birth to hatred... i started to feed her.. with memories...
with the kindness dead inside me... with the last warm atoms inside me.
And instead of memory of happy days,
just holes... holes without bottom... catacombs in my chest,
there is nothing pleasant inside me...
My blood is dark ink,
cheap and poisonous matter,
i pour out of my hands,
from my head,
every day with new bottle full of bitterness,
i kill my liver,
i fold the seconds of my heart... i hate to live... i hate...
And i hate... Celebrations,
I beseech the pranksters,
their souls full of life,
i hated their ignorance,
the ignorance of my damned existance... i am contempt of the contempt...
Thousand and one death,
for one avarage human life of witnesing,
not enough for one in my soul...
One more sick than the others,
you two died before me,
the most valuable lump in my heart got ripped,
my love got carried away by black birds... forever in no return.
You died and what was ours inside you...
Thousand and one death,
without my soul,
can hell be my heaven,
and can heaven be my hell,
when my soul died...
Can the wind spread life,
when i lost faith...
Can the dream stop the pain,
when reality extinguished my hopes...
Thousand and one death,
not enough for one in my soul...