Ipoteza : Intr-o ceatza imensa de fum de tigara, cu o cana probabil si ea obosita de a fi luata in brate,
Concluzie : What The Fuck, was in my mind ?
the crow
Darkness is my friend,
Over flying in a black thread,
Sharing the moon’s visions,
Guarding soul’s dark prisons.
Thrown away from reality,
Banished beyond serendipity,
I hold within for years,
Nightmares, horrors, so many tears.
the moon
Shedding light throughout night,
Controlling ocean’s unknown might,
Living constantly in a curse,
Away from my lover, my heart for ever dust.
Alone is feeling still unrecognized,
Immortal, omnipotent, despised,
My soul is scratched on antique pages,
Trapped to wonder the sky for ages.
the child
Covered all up in my bed,
Ideas floating in my head,
I fear sleep is late again, the horror
My eyes will suffer for another hour.
Moonlight is burning my face,
The crow still at its place,
Dreams become things of the past
My life, what awaits, fresh cut grass.
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Shadows creeping behind corners
Fierce, awaiting final orders
They charm out sun’s light beams
Relieving pain, and a curse
The need for dreams.
