ME: The silence in you eyes

And I am now without you

and you are now with me,

it’ll never be again,

it never was before,

it isn't now as well.

The rain is pouring over

the sunrays of the night

and birds are singing muted

by the silence in your eyes.

ME: "The Old Fashioned" from the menu

A teaspoon of sugar

In my grave

To sweeten up my death

To leave a little less regret.

A bottle of whiskey 

Pour over my shroud

Set the whole thing on fire

Much as i was burning alive.

Loved and abused,

Worshipped and forgotten, 

In misery happy,

Among the living - undead.

ME: 96

Your six was my seven,

your night was my day

your pain was my joy

your demons – my God!

My kiss was your poison,

my smile – your tears of regret.

my song was your funeral theme,

my summer - your season of death.

Your love is my hatred

my affection – your plague.

ME: When you are silent

When you are silent

and all the world is screaming,

when you’re still

and everyone’s running close…

When you’re away

and I need you the most,

when you are asleep

and my dreams keep me awake…

I fear you speaking up,

I dread you moving,

I scare you coming closer,

I shiver if you’re awake…

For the words might come out killing

and the move might be a blow,

and the distance might only hurt me,

and the reason draw you away again.

ME: The prophecy

Bleed in my arms.

Quench my thirst.

Let you life drip away,

I’ll take care of what remains.

As the carrions feast on your heart

and the vultures read in your eyes,

let me draw with your veins

maps of the realms beyond.

Your soul won’t last for long –

demons will tear it apart,

fallen angels will wear it as coat

to cover their sins from your God.

ME: Your temple of regrets

Your confession’s on the way

but save up all your words for doomsday,

as I don’t care at all

for the sins you think u can recall!

I can see the tears filling up your eyes

but don’t you even dare

to cry before me as I’m fair –

neither I’ll forgive, nor will I forget!

ME: If I was someone else...

If my heart was made of stone

I wouldn’t hurt as much

            only the soul would bleed a bit…

If my eyes were made of glass

I wouldn’t see the pain

            I’d only hear my lament…

If my skin was made of steel

I wouldn’t bruise from every blow

            only from the ones within…

If I was someone else… may be

I wouldn’t be so frail

and may be even wouldn’t care at all…

ME: За да те помня и дори когато забравям//Remembering the forgotten ones

Мъка, теглило, и мъничко щастие,

роден да умреш и потънеш в забрава,

защо тия усилия да останеш,

ако даже и спомена в чуждите мисли изгаря?

Защо ти е плът,

ако тя се погуби?

И защо са делата,

ако тях не ги помнят?

Как тъжно е всяко едно раждане –

за смърт обещание

и за още забрава!

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Misery, suffering, and tiny bit happiness,
born just to die and to slip in oblivion,
why does one bother to sit out through that play,
when not even a memory lingers in others?

What is the use of the flesh
if it all fades away?
And why are the deeds
if they’re not remembered?

Is there anything sadder than birth –
just a promise for drown
in the Lethean waters!

ME: This it takes for me to die

You want to hear about my tears?

You want to know you hurt me?

If only I could tell,

put all the pain in words,

I would have told you.

You want to hear you’ve won?

You want to know about my death?

Here I lie - a promise

to never come back from the dead

and bring you sorrows back.

I want to hear from you,

I want to know this only –

in my grave you’ll leave me peaceful

my death to be my place to hide

where for my fate in the eternity I’ll cry.

ME: Далече

Затварям очи и клепките парят

горят ми душата вдън и вовеки

и тая болка неспирно боли…

Защо съм далече, не зная,

от всичко, което раните ми мори

защо крилете не летят сами?!

Без решетки седя си,

затворена в мрака

и пея фалшива песен наум…

Какво ли се случи

с влака пътуващ на изток?!

На коя ли гара остана?!

ME: Гори, Българийо!!!

36-годишен мъж се самозапали пред общината във Варна - Снимка: архив, Булфото

Гори, Българийо!!!

Нищо да не остане от тебе –

да се стопи болката ти,

да се изпарят сълзите ти,

 да се почерни земята ти!

Всеки огън лекува,

всеки пламък мори!

Да се изпепели отровата в реките ти,

да се сгърчат паразитите в душата ти,

да измрат червеите в сърцето ти...

И аз със тебе да изгоря, Българийо,

и аз със тебе да се погубя,

че да не гледам как сами те тъпчем,

как сами те насилваме.

Нека, Българийо,

да те няма,

че да не ги боли харата вече за тебе

и нека,

Българийо,

в друг живот те населят хора,

а не скотове!

ME: На троловете с любов

Неадекватността на хората ме погубва!

Уморих се от смешните драми!

Омръзна ми да тичам след всички

и да се извинявам за чуждите грешки!

Глупостта на човека ме мъчи –

не намирам утеха и в камъка,

как да живея в свят на идиоти

като и в лице да им кажа,

те не ще да разбират…

Как да остана тук, да се боря

за всичко, което обичам?

Не искам никой вече в мен да се врича

и никой не искам за мен да си спомня,

на пепел под огъня да чернея навеки

и да не чуя вече никога словата ви трижди проклети!

ME: Helpless guardian

I set my wings on fire

every time I see you cry,

for I can’t make alone

the rivers in your eyes run dry,

and every time you brake

I watch and die myself inside.

World’s too cruel for you and I -

I can’t take you out and hide

your blues away from evil eyes

that seek your pain, my dear child…

ME: Turn off the light of innocence...

Turn off the light of innocence

switch off the ray of God

swallow up you pride

and leave your soul to rot!

ME: Friday realization

In our happiness we realize our sadness...

ME: I hate to think of you

I hate to think of you

and yet - I sometimes do!

And when you're in my thoughts

I walk the empty endless roads - 

to find you there once more

to prove myself I don't miss you anymore!

ME: Bulgarian haiku in English

I've found a clover

but it has no leaves - 

a horse had run it over

a cow had chew its life

ME: A story of a ghost

What do I do

to make the demons

in my head run away?

You don’t know

what they’ve done

to me, to you, to us.

They live inside me

and cut me open

Every night, inside out.

I tried to stand up

to the past,

to save my soul at last.

But I can’t keep

holding on

completely on my own.

If you ever find me

cold and lost,

forsaken, long gone,

spare a bite

to feed my ghost

and save me from returning –

haunted, haunting others lost.

ME: Pages

And the pages are dry

and are empty –

I have no tear left

to cry on,

I have no words backed up

to fill them,

I have no soul alive

to be sad.

There’s no sound left

to cry out with,

there’s no voice in

to sing away the blues,

there’s no heart in

to be broken.

There are only dreams,

which I left behind.

ME: Your pain

Your pain is endearing

especially when I caused it…

Your tears are so touching

they bring joy to my heart!

Your cries are so loud

I can hear them wherever I want.

Your words are so empty

they make me want to hurt you more!

I’d die to touch you –

to wipe out your smile.

I’d give all to hold you –

rack your spine with my arms!