Tragedy And Weeds

Drowned in ashes all above, consumed in orgies of greed As bloodlust satisfied, as a sin burns one's eyes, ... and flesh gets colder losing the attitude to the world... Currently obsessed I am by upcoming decay. Forgiveness which I can't reach Is lik

As forgotten souls suffer, In a blooming garden, I lie paralyzed In that deadly whiteness. Entwined branches reach for me With silent entreaties As my hands they are Tied by ruthless frost. My eyes are wide open Watching absence of everything They ar

Hopeless moans of silence, Cruelly tear my nerves, Cynic smiles of broken windows... Endless torture with absence... Further... I seek myself so far from here. Deep within, I am searching for seeds of sanity... I can only pray myself, Inside of my pr

These faces so tired and pale Were shaped with birches, Indocile but doomed to resist, To overcome the pain of loss. These eyes lose their colours, Showing nothing except shame, They have never looked at the sun That is too blind to understand... The