Thrystan

In fiece secunda a sumbrei existente
Simtim doar mangaierea afabilei demente
Cea care ne scufunda in bezna de apus
Cadem azi in tacere , oricine-i e supus

Nu pot doar sa rezist, un suflet vesnic trist
Nu sunt un oarecare , dar nici macar artist
Si ma scufund in timp si poate in uitare
Dar va voi regasi , orbiti fiind de alt soare

Sunt dominat de vise , prea mult inselatoare
Renunt la realitate, cosmaruri-ncantatoare
Trecuta-i baricada din minte alungata
Este o prima regula , din viata cea ratata

Dar vin candva momente , in viata mult prea rare
Cand vocea ta se-aude chiar si in departare
Si ochii te privesc cu a lor nebunie
” Ce spui e imposibil,  oricine doar o stie”

Ma neaga si alunga din suflet o durere
Acea multime-nalta cazuta in tacere
Caci toti privesc adanc si totusi mult prea des
Imi este imposibil sa ma fi inteles…

It rains with scars and pain and fury
It takes us time to forget and bury
Those dead, or loved , enemy hearts
They played a game, each one their parts

To us a day to meet them all
It might be ending summer, fall
We’d never know what hit us, doom
Our conscience sunken, body bloom

Got no regrets , come take me now
Await that world, no matter how
I won’t go hero, not the last
With my eyes closed , the end too fast

Fallen to pieces, a dark ghost
In this cruel hell, the victim’s host
Floating on them , the injured hearts
Leaping from places, soon departs

A signature in sky, another bird to fly
A hope to rot away, another fool to pray
The last to hold his breath
To kiss and hug his death

This day to mend my sins
A place to burn my dreams
Apocalipse, my cure,
The medicine, so pure

Feels good to end and cease in life
Hit not by gun ,the poison, knife
But with a burn through soul , my pain
Another murdered heaven, another stain…

I like the sun in blueish skies
I like the hopelless that still tries
I like to live and breath the feeling
I like forgetting of believing
I like the pain , I like the love
I like the dreams from up above
I like the fields in their night
I like the winter’s blue delight
I like the dare of the being
I like the soul we put in singing
I like it when we feel the same
The shame , the love , the pain , the blame.

I hate the humans that still dream
I hate the agonizing scream
I hate the boring days of fight
I hate the people so uptight
I hate the lonely nights of fall
I hate the desert’s frozen call
I hate myself when I’m not me
I hate what she will surely be
I hate all you that read this lines
You witnessed all these silly rhymes
As you comitt the mentioned crimes
And when the music rings again
You’ll find these things deep in your brain.