Author: Black

  • *3

    I’m in the center, where to go and where to hide?
    I’m in the corner, should I shut or should I shout?
    I’m under water, can I hold my breath, or will I drown?
    It’s getting misty, feels like calm but it will rain,
    We shouldn’t fight, it’s common light and we should share,
    Where’s the entrance? Please don’t shut it down,
    I will take your dirt and clean myself,
    I admit I haven’t been so sure,
    I made mistakes to stay on shore,
    I’m sorry you have been ignored,
    Some of rocks were mine to throw,
    And I am guilty,
    So are you.

  • *2

    The heart soft as cloudy pillow,
    Rest my head on it,
    I just don’t care and I won’t share,
    It’s my box and I made it clear.
    Don’t bang on walls, I can’t hear you,
    I have made it water proof,
    And I have made it fire proof.
    Put your heart inside, I won’t take it,
    It’s so empty in here,
    But my cloudy pillow heart,
    It all belongs to me.
    I will nourish it, will let it rain on it,
    Cut it from time to time to see,
    How much blood can my box withstand.
    It’s hot and it’s melting,
    You can’t see it, it’s in my box,
    You are not allowed,
    You are not the one.

  • “19

    Let’s break the glass and see if you can finally perceive.

  • *1

    I will take all of your blood and leave,
    After cradling you down to a sweet, lying lullaby.
    Slowly forgetting who you are,
    I will tear you apart and put you back together,
    You, my Frankenstein, will be capable of love in despair.
    I will starve you to death,
    Your own feelings will cut and bleed your soul,
    There is no mercy from evil,
    That was let it to be a whole.

  • “18

    Do I need a cure or it’s just a new me?

  • “17

    Your words are spots of corrosion and I am cleaning them off.

  • “16

    The very worst of me has found the nourishing love.

  • “15

    My Holy Grail is empty, so what are you looking for?

  • #9

    Here I am, standing in front of you as who I am now. But there is so much more of what I hide. Swings and lakes, the lightning stars that have died long ago and dreams I have chased, reminded me that even gods are meant to die. 

    I haven’t lost my burning eyes for madness and what can be found at the borderline of insanity. It came to me quite easily that the price of priceless is death, and I have taken this price tag off before, gladly returned it. My hands are still able to feel some warmth. 

    Throughout the last year, there were quite a few starts, and at my own cost, people have fooled me. Looking at the fool brings up a fool in me. But each scar of my soft skin makes me grow up, and at this point, I have a feeling that the warm blanket of sun rays is about to treat my skin well.

    No matter the road, I accept my book of fate, where I have left quite many notes on empty pages ahead. What I am planning to write might not be up to the liking of many, but it has become a moving force for me. And whatever dues I will collect, I am ready to pay them when the due date comes.

  • “14

    Waterfalls of pain and I have to breathe steady.