One Last Time

 

Come to me one last time,

Be my uninvited guest tonight,

Turn me into ashes, let me suffer,

When you are done, you can go away.

I will be sleeping.

Come to me one last night,

Punish me with those kisses which cut like razorblades.

Come to me one last night,

Punish me for every feeling I have,

Punish me because all I want is you.

Come to me one last night,

I promise, I won’t cry.

Make me lose my mind, throw my love away.

Be mine one last time, let it be tonight.

Be that guest who comes and goes, the one I hate the most.

Just one last time and then I will lock my door.

Afterwards, you will stay in my dreams,

My punishment, my sweet regret,

My endless desire, my sweet pain.

Familiar Path

 

I was walking on the pavements

Engulfed in silence and pointless thoughts.

I wanted to see the old shadows,

I wanted to open that door.

In the field of endless clouds,

I wanted to fly with transparent wings,

I wanted to see the blue river,

I wanted to sit there.

My thoughts get used to the new reality

Of running away from everything beautiful.

I am now swimming in loneliness, looking for oblivion.

But see, there are no pavements left,

My soul is filled with sudden sadness.

The old shadows disappeared,

With the feeling of the key in my hands.

I wanted to go back walking the familiar path,

But someone took my hand and carefully pulled me back.

Next To You

 

It is hard to stay with you when I am overwhelmed with pain,

It is hard to stay with you when I can hear how my inner voice screams,

It is hard to stay with you when I don’t believe in us anymore,

It is hard to stay with you when I don’t feel the love in my heart.

Storms between us, heavy hurricanes destroying my inner peace,

We are losing ourselves, we are losing each other;

Unwanted reality.

It is hard to be around you when you don’t need me,

I feel useless,

It is hard to be around you and wiping away your tears.

…

When I am gone you will realize that my soul is barren ground.

Then you will suffer that you turned me into merciless demon.

My words will turn into meaningless chatter;

Then you will try to invade my life one last time, unsuccessful try.

In the end you will try to deny how your insensitiveness killed me,

How you treat me like an object, the useless piece of the puzzle.

Silent Streets

 

I am walking on the silent streets,

Hoping to meet you again.

I want to bury my heavy head into your arms,

I want to feel how your heart skips a beat.

I am walking on the silent streets

Waiting to meet you again.

I want to look into your eyes

And get lost like I used to do.

I am walking on the silent streets,

The rain is pouring, I am soaking wet

From all the memories we used to share.

….

I am burning from within but no one is there.

Emptiness, darkness, blackness, living hell…

…

I don’t want to find you anymore.

I am walking on the silent streets,

I can’t sense you, I am glad.

I won’t roam around with hopes to find you,

I am finally complete and healed.

I don’t want to even see your silhouette,

I don’t want to suffer like I used to do.

The Cliff

 

Have you ever been on the edge of the cliff,

Face to face with the endless abyss,

Chained in shame from the desire to jump

And lose yourself?

Have you ever been on the edge of the cliff,

Borderline mad,

Taken by the desire to disappear?

Have you ever reached the limit of your powers,

When the body refuses to work?

Have you ever been a slave of your own fears?

They keep on coming in waves…

Have you ever been on the edge of the cliff,

Hearing your inner voice advising you to jump?

Have you ever been so tired of your life,

Lived in fear, in loneliness,

With a heart ripped out of your chest; broken…

…

I am broken like you - 

Hollow like a mannequin, with no soul, nor heart,

Someone stole them from me a long time ago.

And ever since then I have been sitting on this edge ready to spring.

You might ask why I am telling you all this,

It’s not your story, empty words of someone weak,

Tired of living the life.

Don’t ask, just listen,

The person rarely speaks for his own misfortunes.

The road was tough, deserted and thorny,

Without companion, I am not wanted,

Left alone after the last storm

Which annihilated my spirit.

Back then in the darkness of the night

I lost everything, it costed me a few words.

Back then in the cold nightfall,

I reached the end of the road.

…

I am sure, you are getting there,

To the edge of the cliff,

And when you reach it, you will see your life – a movie black-and-white.

You will want to take the jump.

This is my end as it was to all before me.

You won’t see the sparkle in the eyes

Once shinning bright.

This adventure is about to end.

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Have you ever been on the edge of the cliff,

The end of your conscious self-destruction?

If the answer is yes, then brace yourself and make this decision.

This is the only way to end what is torturing you, eating you alive, killing you.

Now, please excuse my bold words and let me take my leave.

My time is running out.

Please turn your back, close your eyes

And let me finish the trip, I started in the midst of my weakening.