for a Castle in the SandI know you've heard it beforeLike the cat that was told a million timesThat all of our dreamsare castles in the sandOne might call them uselesssince their fateis to be swept awayby the currents ofLifeAnd I know they are justshadows of a phantomslipping through these fingersAnd I know they are ephemeralbound to crumble somedayBut I also knowI'd give up all my remaining yearsin a heartbeatfor a castle in the sand
I've always liked the rainI have always liked the rain.The melancholic memoriesriding each dropletThe songs of lost Happinessdrowning in the water puddlesI have always liked the rain.What a sight to beholdWhat a divine melodyWhile a thousand souls fall to their deathWhile the heavens are cryingAh, yes!I have always liked the rain.
The End of the WorldI love youI feel itI just can't tell youOf all my dreamsof usI had made in my little fantasy worldYou love meI never knewI'll never knowof all your hopesabout usyou had in this still momentA walk on the beachhand in handnever face to faceSilenceToo afraid to admit...5 seconds before The EndI seeAll the things we wouldn't darewhispering to each otherMeaninglessnow that we're standingat the end of the Worldtic tic tic...boom...
There is Beauty in everythingI am a creator, a smaller Godin pursuit of "Beauty"And I knowFor I have felt itThere is beauty in everythingI have seen their eyesThe colour of despairTheir body, a canvasthe knife,the divine brushI give life to my utopiasin the coloursof blood and shadowsI have heard itThere is beauty in everythingThe Swan Song of a worthless liferiding upon her last breathThe choir of screams and pleasdancing in the scented air-Truly a heavenly melodyrolling off the lips of the Devil-I have seen itThere is beauty in everythingA simple mind cannot graspthe wonders createdwith the body as clayA sculpture out of a sculpturethe parts that are cut offthe unnatural angle of the limbsWho could ever deny...They call my creations "crimes"They call my art "atrocious"But that sort of thing cannot beAnd even if it was brutal....there is beauty in everything
A poem about nothingAyto einai ena poiima gia olakai gia tipotaGia kathe erota poy afise ta simadia toystis sarkes tis psyxisOla ta oneira poy ekapsan oi flogestis ntropisoste na mhn ta deis kai trekseis makriaToys fovoys poy heri heri kryvosastansta skotadiaeos otoy papsoyn oi arrostes krayges tissiophsDen vgazoyn noima oi lekseis poy kyloynDen peirazeiDen eixan pote kapoion skopoSto eipaEinai ena poiima gia olakai gia tipota--------------------------------------------------Translation:This is a poem about everythingand nothingAbout every love that's left it's scarson the flesh of the soulThe dreams that were burned by the flamesof Shameso you don't see them and run awayThe fears, with which holding hands you hidin the darkuntil the sick screams of silence ceaseThe words tha flow make no senceIt's okayThey never had a purposeI told youIt's a poem about everythingand nothing
thoughtsHopless Romanticchained by your dreamsyou've become a slaveto your emotionsandlike the deadyou cannot llive again
Forbidden PleasuresThe way your flesh yieldsunder the pressure of the thorns-what a sight to behold-Oh, it makes me tremble in pleasure.It's 'cause of this twisted me,this sadist that I amI want to make you experience our affairat a whole new levelI'll drown you in wineand tear you apart.I'll make it as painfull as possible,I swear.So that you will screamwith every part of your existenceThe horrorof our forbidden act.Those eyes.Don't look at me with those eyesor they will steal my soul away,make me fall for you even more.Every pain that licks your fleshis enough to send chills of exitementdown my spine, into my very core.Mindblowing.You look up to me and smile.You feel me, you understand,I knew you would,only you could.'cause it was all for you, my masochist.It was because I love you so..
TransformationMany times I have wishedI was a swallowtail butterfly Beautiful Perfect Desired AcceptedAway from unwanted "friends"and useless loversAnd most of allaway from the memory of you.I hoped for my own blue skyeven if it only lasted a few moments-'cause in the end, life is short isn't it?- Howeverwhat I have turned intois an insect without wings
What is your sin?"Can you see it? What is your sin?"That part of you.I always hated it.Blaming others,saying it's unfairfor you to be punished this way ...Fool...You mean to tell me you don't realise it?You can't feel it burning in your veins?Can you not hear it's voice? "Think harder and tell me. What is your sin?"It was my fault -you say-I tricked you into this mess.I wish that was the case.Then I would burn in your place.. A Satan?So you intend to continue with this stupidity..Let me tell you nowI am nothing like the creatures you createdfor your peace of mindand I refuse to be your scapegoat.Why do you still so stubornlyrefuse to face your responsibility?"An error cannot be corrected if not realised. So What