Saturday, March 31, 2012

ME: Will we?



Will we be together
when the angels fall?
Will you be there
when there’s no sky left?
Will I be here
if the earth falls apart?

Will you bring me
tears of my salvation?
Or the pain of
broken life?

Will I take you over
the rainbow and the rainy sky?
Or bury you inside
my broken heart?

Friday, March 30, 2012

ME: Desire


By Luis Royo


I want your most vile desires,
your dirtiest thoughts,
your meanest words
and disgusting dreams.

I want your cold-sweat flesh,
your evil bright eyes
your rough wanting hands
and your vulgar longings.

Take me and break me -
ruin my composure
and I will destroy you –
your love and your hell will give back.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

ME: Imagine



Close your eyes and imagine
the world as you want it -
the things and the people
you want to know there,
the magic you want to come true.

Now open them and see all the ruins
surrounding you, the dark and despair,
and understand I’ll never be there for you
so you were there for me
and that the dreams don’t come to life.

ME: I would pay the price



I would pay your price
for you to be all mine -
to have you day and night,
for you to be in my will and might.

I would pay all the saints
to close their eyes
as I make you scream,
from pleasure and pain…

I would pay all demons
to close their mouths
and not talk you out
of my decadence…

I would pay the price.

ME: Take me



Take me away,
take me to a place
somewhere far,
where the dreams are real
and reality means nothing...

Take my breath,
take my soul
kill me,
so I could fall
to eternal sleep without grief.

Bring me back,
in your hands
my body revive
to make me your own
and love me again.

Monday, March 26, 2012

ME: Behind the smile




Behind my smile I am chocking
in tears - I am drowning behind
sun rays and flowers, and laughter
in the emptiest words of my soul.
 
In the light of your days I am looking
for some darkness where I can free
for some quiet and restless wander
for the piece of my own last grave.
 
In your eyes I am searching for venom
strong enough to seize my last breath
to stop the beat of my heart frozen
to ache in my veins as I am.
 
In your words I’ve found the clef
to unleash all my screams and damnations
like a symphony of shame, pain and outrage
like the shrieks of a scorched dying demon.

Friday, March 23, 2012

ME: Lost



Keep walking
without a direction,
despite the pain
in my feet.

Keep searching
for something
non-existing
in this reality.

Keep listening
to noise
mistaken for singing
- the chants of the dead.

Keep following
the path on my life
but it went South
and I kept going North.

ME: Alone



I stay alone -
all by myself -
inside
only  the demons
in my head,
and the ice
in my heart…

I thought that I need
something to cure me,
something to help me,
something to hold on to…

Every help I have poisoned,
every hand I have cut,
every friends I have pushed away,
every love – turned to stone…

Thursday, March 8, 2012

ME: За прошката



Казват голям човек
e този, който смелост събере
за прошка да помоли
и ръка си подаде…

Но по-голям е онзи,
който напреко мислите си
събере кураж и
прощава, поемайки подадени ръце…

А има малки хора
мизерни, низши същества,
които тъй и никога не знаят
как да поемат подадена ръка.

Но нищо нека си останат
непростени грешки и мечти,
че някои хора и без прошка
живеят със щастливите си дни.