divine, hellish

She talked to angels.

She has an obsidian star on her neck.

She has amulets, a rabbit’s foot, a Nazar, an Atlantis Ring.

It brings her nothing but bad luck.

She used to see ghosts. She used to hear them.

She used to feel the wind as they were passing by.

She saw the Future in her Cards.

Tarot Cards, Gypsy Cards, all of them hers. For her.

She saw more than the others. She knew more.

She got her eyes and ears wide open.

But no one believed her.

And then she started to talk. Firstly, shyly and quietly.

Then louder and louder.

And in the end she started to shout.

She cried like a baby. She drove them crazy.

She talked to angels.

But all she did was hellish.

anxiety, disturbance

Are you ready to die tonight?

When I think about it, I feel sorry. I feel sorrow.

I didn’t want it to end up like this.

But tonight I look at you for the last time.

Goodbye, Sky.

I couldn’t count all those sleepless nights in your arms.

There will be no light, no warmth, no angels, no peace.

There will be cold, I will shiver with cold, there will be ghosts and anxiety.

Would the Death look like this?

Probably it would.

Now…

I think I died a long ago.

Because this emptiness remains me this hell I live in. 

taste, fantasy

You could be the favourite taste to touch my tongue.

Who am I? I wouldn’t know if you asked me.

Or maybe…

I am a Moonchild dancing with the shadows.

I am a monster crying in a forest.

I am a fairy hiding behind the trees.

I am a ghost setting free.

I am a raven becoming a fume.

please save me

please rescue me

Lately, I’ve been thinking about my life. Where do I go?

Is there an answer that tells me why I live and die?

I’ve been asking lately, but there are no answers.

Am I alive?

Is there Life before Death?

You could be my favourite faded fantasy.

ravens, crows

A three-eyed raven.

What do you see when you look at the Future?

I saw terrible things… I saw shouts, shadows, lost souls.

I saw ravens and crows, flying around me.

They are everywhere, I feel their wings touching me face.

And then, in that crowd, I saw it.

The three-eyed raven.

I followed it through the darkness.

In the silence. 

There the road began when another one ended.

And the raven at the crossroads,

It showed me all it had been and all that would be.

I controlled

time and speed

love and death

I could see into your mind

I could see into your soul.

An all that was true. 

orchids, oleanders

Have I told you lately that… you make me real?

I feel the wind. I spread my wings.

I fly.

I am a Sunflower. I turn my face to the Sun.  

I am a Lily. I hang my head to hide my sorrow.

I am an Orchid. I entice you with my smell.

I am a White Oleander. Come, taste my poison.

Those lazy days, I was lying down on the floor, starring at the ceiling,

smelling that suffocating fragrance of exotic flowers and drinking about you.

Lazy calm.

Those lazy days I needed your hand on my forehead.

I needed you to calm me down, to bring the silence.

Those lazy days I was drunk by that smell, the smell of lilac, of eldelberry.

Those lazy days your head was wrapped up in my raven-black locks,

so soft, so warm, so paralyzing, so overwhelming.

Those days… I had already known I weren’t yours.

My cave is deep now,

your light is shining through.

I cover my eyes and all I see is you.

lilac, gooseberries

And I was kneeling

and I was looking at those pieces on the floor

and they were my hands, my legs, my hair

and my eyes

I died

and dying last for a long time

but I was born again

and I wasn’t born for you

I leave the smell of lilac

and gooseberries on you

I cover your body with my raven locks

entwisted, stormy

and your hair upon the pillow

like a sleepy, golden ocean

Let me in. Let me be a cat which changes shape to fit everywhere.

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

I wanna be yours.

me, myself and i

Me, myself and I.

Hey, you. Yes, you. Tell me your name,

because I want to know who I am looking at.

At night, I journey through different spaces and different dimensions.

I change shape just to hide in those places.

I swim in the sea of light.

But then there comes an awakeness.

I fall into the ocean of darkness.

And a dream is under that ocean in which we immerse every night.

Then, in the morning, we wake up, wet, out of breath, with stinging eyes.

This is the end, beautiful friend. 

This is the end, my only friend. The end.

It hurts to set you free but you’ll never follow me.

The end of laughter and sift lies.

The end of nights we tried to die.

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let’s talk, and not just speak

because my world is falling to pieces