my history

'i opened my wings
if only i could fly back
though i stay alive in your hand
i would present my exquisite gift'

draw my Angel's visage in your mind
as if she wanted to get out from something
her eyes dripping, she opened her wings
the with a last glimpse back on
the past she look, she sknew her disaster
the disaster breakng my heart down under her feet
she wanted to stay for me
but an unexpected gale covered her wings
(what a force) she paralyzed
this gale was drifting her,
to my future..
but my ruin arose towards
that is why i call my future, past...

collapse

insomnia, a cold fear in every second
woeful, weary, methink i'm too close
never had an aegis, i'm ceded to my fate
little stones embracing as if a temple
all these graves are forlorn without funerals

cries tearing the silence of ghastly ruin
i welcome tears shedding for me
feeling their warm, smelling their scent
i have that delight but they offend

i muse, do i deserve these

splendour of morn oozing in my eyes
hope is still alive but i want to die
before i leave myself to its magic
why Angels seer to that tragedy

i muse, dı i deserve these

the waves of that soil drowned me
below the surface, i have new sorrows
it arranged a nw nature...
to atheist this could prove God

i muse, do i deserve these

i lose

leave a little sleep over my bed
for image of you in the eyes
nipper in heart cry out for mother
for a warm embrace in dreamless nights
those eyes, drowning in your tears
if the have to die on your way

leave a little rain over my soul
to have you back in my dreams
eternally i would wait, within that sorrow
i would die, if death was its end
existing between you and your love
you drove me into a deeper paradox

you won i lose, let an end to that enigma
as i'm looking for, you hide the solution

rise of waves

vexed to life vein felicity
glare beauties lie, what is real?
adverse direction, all are drifting
i saw foam nigh, but from whom
i cannot envisage, cannot answer
oh God! have that sinful body
cherish me with your divine tears
to chain me to that forlorn Ararat

i leave myself to that dream
how a celestial sentence
as the winds of crimson morns
as the depths of eternal nights

flashes made my blind heart see
i know the answer what should be
the Creation, the Gold Age, again
absolutely a new creation
birth of a noble generation

'breathe deeper to get out of you
to leave you behind'

nothing remain after the surges
and we've ceded over the waters, below he crimson skies
haply i have found you unchanged
out of circles, still you're beautiful

i let the doves lead us to Hades
i have my alchemy in my hands
with that magic, i would gild the morns
and dive into the desolate hours of nights

leaf

i lt myself in the circles of the wind
now falling...
down through my nature
my bonds to the life broken off
and it's time for me to lie
under that maroon sun

let me wither
in the nature i born

under your shade

in your rain of dreams
i'm crowned with noble images
your shape in the eyes altered
Angels painted the sight into silver
all the visions of my mind paralyzed

as if a moon you are in solar eclipse
hiding the sun behind you
a desire, colorless, far beyond me
as your shadow embraces me
your rain began as always did

the feeling ou have is so sacred
so noble as just for Gods
still i wait a sign to stay in
as a dreamy feeling in your magic world
to share the same dreams
to share the same shadow

illness

dying
slowly like a burning candle

everytime seperating my each piece

fading inside that harmful illness
no cure
let it embrace...