I am not the same as I used to be.
I evolved to a new breed –
cunning and cold.
I am not the same as I used to
be,
I turned into a piece of ice – beautiful and fragile,
But in nature what looks delicate
is the vicious killer,
Merciless soul, no heart, pure surviving
skills.
I am not the same as I used to
be,
I remember the painful past,
The glimpses of the blinding
light,
The forbidden darkness’ kisses,
The exhausting talks with the
inner demons,
And the quarrels with the angels
weak.
I can truly guarantee history won’t
repeat itself,
I remember everything.
I keep the tokens of the previous
lives,
I relieve the hidden memories
every time I close my eyes.
…
My body keeps aching when I go
back to those moments,
Vivid paintings of an artist unknown.
My soul vibrates with the sorrows
and laughs from the past times of what I used to be,
She is no more – just a shadow lurking
behind my back.
Her voice is so distant, never
comes any closer.
Her music is that nostalgic sound
from what is left behind,
I can barely hear the melody composed
in the moments of unwanted weakness.
…
I am not the same as I used to
be,
The heart is hardening; noone I believe.
The loneliness of past tense is
the wanted present friend.
The future is unsure; why should I
worry?
The darkness of the fragile mind
and the innocence forgotten long ago
Keep creating moving stories,
filling eyes with tears.
I am not the same as I used to be,
My angel and my demon merged into one face
And that face is ME.
