I have no soul
No ounce of it in me
I follow the track
Of my destiny
The god or the male
Or the military
Cause it’s them, who lead the world for me
The path is clear
All I need is to submit
I have no soul
It was denied for me.
Tag Archives: death
Abaddon
I can’t stand being without you, today
When the order of Satan is encircling you
To push you away
The blood ritual
Which makes me faint
Why the darkness is pressing you down
It sends needles down my spine
The nature doesn’t have to be made for death
Cristal waters
Green rivers
Little huts
Instead – bloodshed is coming from behind the border
Escape
Epitaph on the death of M.
I feel like I’m being killed
by an invisible dagger
What is it?
My soul? Maybe –
Is my soul in my brain
mechanical doll
can’t stand straight
and look in the eye of the
danger
at the cemetery
at the grave
it’s dark
but I can’t feel anything
It’s foggy and dull
I’m looking into the hollow eyes of nothing
she is dead
What does that mean?
there
really
d.e.a.d
it is inexplicable
things like that were not supposed to happen
PEOPLE
Should I hate them
I do feel hate
but I postpone
and wait
what good will come out of my revenge
it’s better to sleep and bake
go to the mountains
although I won’t
visit the grave
I have never seen
of my sweet sister
with blond curly hair
it’s all over now
the world begins
let the love
calm down
and sleep
Tunnel
I started thinking that ‘love’ is evil
vengeful
it’s hate
it’s murderous
so I’ll forget this whole business
and go
to meet
Karakoram mountains instead
or something like that
for a while
before I get back to dreadful London
to deal with all this deathly business
of
flowers
Exile
M
I wish I was a murderer
they are very cool
what can I do what can I do
I wish I could slaughter and be applauded by friends
but I am weak and faint
There is nothing I can do about my constitution
I also don’t agree with prostitution
I need to go to the hills
wearing my high heels
With all those terribly boring people
who don’t kill
That’s the end of my stupid song
I’m going to become friends
with a Christian monk
GARDENING
It was a bitter trial
I don’t know how many steps I still need to take to step out of the chaos
maybe the emptiness is good
without the witchcraft and darkness lurking
without anything particularly interesting
maybe the nenufares
in the barrel
are better
than all that
deadly
luxury
and the ambitions of the dead.
This state is deep like a well
This state is deep like a well
long like an underground tunnel
going back in time
decades, centuries
it’s not my fault
not my creation
it’s there
it’s a historical malady
nothing to do with me
I’m just a medium
in my head
decoding it
cleaning my books
the library
magical escape
it’s always a good potion
through the garden of insanity
full of roses
painted blue
it’s dark in the frozen castle
I want to be outside
in the red rose garden
in the sun with
me
a teenager
red hair
white skirt
that’s the real me
in my head
before the darkness engulfed
put everything into the grave
with a cross
on it
how deadly
I don’t want to be the black raven
I don’t want to see the pit
smell the myrrh
please, take it away from me
ELECTROCUTION
ELECTROCUTION
It all it’s over now
my sister is dead and so are you
a dead year of dead friends and lovers
I give up
what plans are for if all can burst in a short electrical blast
what love is for
for the dead and for the dead-alive
your deadness feels worse then hers sometimes
because it stings
and burns like a double electrocution
a double offence
my cursed name
the terrifying autumn is coming
without you in it
I thought I would survive all the windy glooms
but now she is dead
and you are worse than that
I feel your spitefulness and fake guilt
your phone call after she died
Abnormal
I wake up thinking about infinity
I go to sleep thinking about infinity
this isn’t normal
normal is
to think about
the dinner
the shoes
and to pay your taxes
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