Not without a fight I can't fly now.It's not like I ever could.Look, I break apart on the way downPromise I won't dream.I'm too afraid to dare.So why am I still kissing frogs, looking for somewhere safe..Really, I can't believe. I'm not a child anymore!Brittle voices say they'll hold me..but I'm not there at all..Saying I don't want hands to catch me, as I fall.Yet I reach out,hoping there's something to trust in Because, just maybe.. Crushed on the rocks or lost in blue I won't go down quietly
Prayers for Japan Σε βλέπω μέσα από ένα μαγικό κουτίνα πεθαίνεις Σε βλέπω μέσα από μια κινούμενη εικόνανα θρηνείς Σε βλέπω μέσα από μια οθόνη τηλεόρασηςνα παλεύεις Και ελπίζωΠοτέ δεν προσευ
The ones left behind..Όταν η απελπισία που στοίχειωνε ταχείλη τηςδηλητηρίασε καιτα δικά μου Είδα με τα μάτια τηςαστέρια κενάκαι το φώς της έσβηνεαπ' το ΦόβοΠώς να την άφηνα μόνη να πονάει; Της
I need loveIn return, I'll lovedestructivelyIn a world plagued bycruel rainAnd I need love so that I cansurviveMiserable DevilIn return, I'll love..(him...her..)Them.."We need everything"Thencrush the world with malicea gift offered in bloodstained fingersand they crumble under the weightI won't leave you Poor, poor AngelsI'll help lighten your burden by consumingeverything you are (you'll understand my feelings, right?)I needan ocean full of lovecause I'm selfishlike thisIn return, I'll love destructivelycause that's the only way I know
The beating of the War DrumsHe got up every morningsew his mouth shutbefore leaving for workAn opinion would only attractthe wrong attentionMind your own businessShe barely eats these daysso she can be beautifulEveryone wants you when you're pretty..it brings pleasure in your bedIsn't pleasure the same as love?Stepping on so many corpses on the wayBut the journey to the top is cruelNever mind the skeletons in his closetSo what if he can't sleep at night?Power is, after all, a needy loverWith power, no one can Ignore himAnd how shameful are you!daydreaming like a childDreams alone can't fill that bank accountMoney equals happinessYou'll know, when they bury you with it....For how long, I wonderwill we keep ignoringThe beating of the war drums?
the PenI grip the pen as tightly as I canbecause, it's only when I write, that "I am".And on the days I have to leave it aside,on those days, I barely survive.
GhostEvery night there's a ghostlicking the floor boardsand you can't helpbut love the sound of weird thoughts waking flowers rotting in their vasecompletely forgotten that sickly sweet smellis a whole new level of affectionChatting with the cracks in the ceiling old stories gather at the bottomof your glassAnd there's still many more to shareThe night is youngwe have plenty of time Our taste on your lipsIt's this kind of companyyou enjoy the most
In fits of RageI can see thatyou too are suffocating in our skin sometimesFeel them, they'reeverywherein the mudin this bruisedmind usMaggots, eating up our headfrom the inside outRip off the fleshin fits of RAGEbut they're still wiggling Nothing left but bonesand they're still HungryIt's rainingbut the fire burns brighter Have mercy! Let us rest..
ButterfliesTheir colours are splashing behind my eyes-I'm dizzy-Drive me crazy as theyflutter insideReach with my tongueto caressvelvet wings and they crawldeeperI hear them as lips crack opentheir whisperingchewing on my earsMake them stop..There's too manyand theyburst out,out of my chestLike rainbow flamespainfully consumingI feel the butterfliestangle in my hairTug on their wings-get hem off me!-pull and they breakbeautifully...It's too quiet...