Thursday, February 15, 2007

Decay



How I wish I could surrender my soul;
Shed the clothes that become my skin;

See the liar that burns within my needing.

"-si tu ce ai mai facut?"
"-ce sa fac? mmbinee."
doar timpul cade pe langa mine in fracturi mai usoare sau mai grele, uneori ascutite, alteori iti vine sa urli pentru ca nu au aceeasi forma. la sfarsit le intrebi ce vor si le maturi. asta e.

How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.
How I wish I had screamed out loud,
Instead I've found no meaning.

toate lucrurile simple au gust de ceai racit, acru si lesios. viata ca un ceai de slabit. asta-i titlu bun de telenovela. sa nu-ti vina rau?

All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.

cel mai cretin moment e cand realizezi ca toti scriu aceeasi poezie, au doar cuvinte diferite. mi-au stat in gat toate literele.

How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.
How I wish I would save my soul.
I'm so cold from fear.

"-In ce stadiu de evolutie suntem?"
"-I think we're dead but we don't realise it."