ME: Shout, don't whisper!

Don’t speak –

for once I want to hear you shout!

Throw me on the ground and scream.

Call me names and then just leave!

I’m tired of all the whispers,

of all the silence and the muttered lies –

for once begin to tell me

what’s really on your mind!

Too old for tales and too tired of riddles,

speak your heart whether if it’s black or not,

be the beast you’re meant to –

raise up from the dark and then run into the night!

ME: A storm is born

A storm is born -

so beautiful and lovely!

As lightnings rape the blackened sky

and clouds lick the rooftops’ dirt away!

The Gods had send the storm to clean us,

to wash the sins and pain away…

And as every cleanse from sin

it does remind us

more of Devils work than else.

In storms we live

and storms will kill us –

they’d wash our blood away –

for where there’s storm

there’s nothing endless,

nothing lasts,

but just the rain!

ME: Getting lost

Getting lost within myself

looking in your eyes

to find the last remains -

the pieces of my soul.

Getting lost within you

hiding in your mind,

in hopes to be discovered

and brought back to life.

Getting lost in pictures -

flashbacks from a future

that never was and a past

                                that never will.

ME: I deny you

I deny you everything!

I deny you all reason,

I deny you all faith,

all hope to you I will deny!

I’ll rot all good that is in you,

I’ll dry all the veins to your heart,

I’ll starve all that colors your soul

all will wither from your human side.

For there is sun that’s never shining,

and there is pain that never stops,

and all this comes and serves as poison -

acid drops dancing from the rooftops.

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!!!

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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!