White Rose Among The Blood Red LeavesWhen stay the same
day by day
she'll wrap you with the dance
Of a falling autumn leaf
She charmed my mind It's the right disease
she is like a white rose among the blood red leaves
don't know if it's true
As Long As Sirens Sing No Morei will show you where is the end
when i will hear last sirens' song
when you're walking down this way
please try not to loose selfcontrol
there's no grace under this sky
sirens call - dot ask me why
I don't have anything at all
Before The Cherries Bloom, After The Leaves Fall OffHow much time?
How many times?
As in a blindman's dream.
A hundred (of) years
A hundred (of) days
A hundred (of) faces
What in which?
In Fog, In SmokeThe girl is standing in the fog.
There are blossoming trees
around her.
Her face is hidden behind her hair.
The girl is standing in the fog.
There are blossoming trees
around her.
June On The MoonWhen golden pus of the sun
goes away and the twilight comes
A little more sand has flowed.
The motes are dancing in the rays.
The night falls.
The stars are silent in the night.
We are covered with the dust.
Mare TenebrarumHear! I can see the sea gnaws your bones.
And the sandy shore presents them to the sun.
The sun and the wind whiten them as a driftwood.
Is this the very Siren's song you heard?
Is she the one to sail the sea for?
The great sea is always indifferent.
Hear! I can see the flames licking your skin.
Mists and RainsCharles Baudelaire
Mists and Rains
O ends of autumn, winters, springtimes deep in mud,
Seasons of drowsiness, — my love and gratitude
I give you, that have wrapped with mist my heart and brain
As with a shroud, and shut them in a tomb of rain.
No Tiene Duendeyou walk along the roadside far but dont know where
you do not cross the road
distant visions stand so beckoning and terifying
and some part of you will shout
No tiene duende - o o o o o
Don't bore just burn
Rainy Morning DysphoriaIt's not right to go outside when you are sad. So many ghosts are trying to fill the void inside my head
When the rain bites the skin
I feel the Rainy morning dysphoria
when every raindrop brings
The smell of (the) Rainy morning dysphoria
The time when ghosts of the past talk to me
Rainy morning dysphoria
Santa MuerteVenus with the scythe in her hand
The only queen of this land
Skeletal lady's embrace
We are equal in her gaze
She's dancing in a viper's band
'Cause she is the mistress of the end
No matter if you’re rich or poor
Still Water
That spring I had a dream.
Eyes followed me, so green.
Eyes followed me, so cold.
And the water covered them.
That spring I had a dream.
The splash of water, so clean.
Stillborn As A Flower In The FrostWhat's the point? but why do you ask?
Snow falls from the white sky
ghosts' dance on a knife edge
Why do these flowers bloom in the snow?
Is this a reversion of the fear of birth?
This is the reversion of the fear of birth
The Black Spring Is Sixteen AgainOne day
I saw the man
a stranger
in my mirror
He called out to me
hey, dude! hey, dude!
Listen!
Unnamed And UndyingIf the air is saturated with the void around
If a flock of black birds circling around your hands
If faceless stand in front of you
If the light of a lantern hid her traces
If the glass still half full
So do not call her name
Do not call her name
When All The Spells ForgottenSee us coming with the stars
See us moving in the wind
In the flames you watch our dance
You hear us when you sleep
See us coming with the moon
See us moving in the mist
Scared to stay alone
Иисус Накрасил ГлазаВагины пёстрых бутонов
За обнажённым окном
В сады похоти снова
Влекут, напоминая о Нём.
Но голубыми камнями
Путь этот вымощен в Ад,
Ведь ты сегодня узнала,
Что твой Иисус накрасил глаза.
ЭфемераИзумрудная ширма испарений
Разум затмила индийским дурманом.
Стекающий взгляд куклу заметил
Сквозь карамельные стенки стакана!
Провожая друг друга на бельэтаж,
Смеялись пугающе и неблагозвучно.
Удушливой ночью сама ты отдашь