The Devil

There was Satan behind our backs

Walking with us on the London Bridge

I didn’t know

but you probably were aware of it

judging by the level of your paranoia

For me, just slightly off, romantic darkly

Everything was perfect.

Now the love is gone,

The war is on, which was then just hanging in our verses –

I would like to have a pink house with a white porcelain in it,

You could go in,

You could go out,

no pressure,

The problem is, I don’t have a palace,

no single room of independence –

I guess, that’s fate,

What can I do

Some people loose in checkers.

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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

20 century is over now, thank heavens

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My grandma was a little bit possessed by the aristocratic madness

Love is a mistake

You lose your resolve, woman

He is not a god, and you are not a bird

You will go straight to well with your nirvana

They don’t want it

They like concrete

I really need to get myself some piano

Oh, Sappho and romantics

Stop strangling me in the sleep

Incubus

You dreamers

All your opium love spelled dreams

Are suffocating

Killing babies in their sleep at night for their selfish lovers

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.

Lilith or Lucifer rising

Still nothing about love, Virgin

just spikes and shiny steel

no dead people rising

no kisses

no warm

schizophrenic galaxy

boredom

lucifer is encircling me two days in a row

this week

it is stifling

lucifer on monday

another on tuesday

hope there will be rain

on wednesday

or at least

a rose, with spikes made of her

anger

there is no love in your galaxy,

virgin

expensive diamond skulls

jewellery

I have lost the meaning of waiting

for your sign

I’m lost

and buried

deep deep down

in a darkly underground