The mud of night

Running through the woods

in my dirty Welli boots

screaming loudly to the moon

laughing like a bloody goon

I fell down on the muddy ground

My aching head is turning round

Now I see white angels fly

And demons in the misty sky

I roll into the filth, as grimy abashed pig

Misery’s so true as so desperately big  

Feeling madly cold from the feet to the bones

As this sloppy soil or those gray, fuzzy foams

I see you’re standing on my side,

Caring my inner deepest cry

But I know, there is nothing you can do

To get me, for good, out of  this blue

Maybe, I will be, one day,  I’ll be like them

Part of a glad and shallow stem

But you cannot change who you are

Despite you walk away  wide and far

Natural consumption

The taste of agony in my mouth, once again
Again you, into pieces before my eyes
You look different from the day before
While you’re struggling with yourself
Worthless and meaningless breath
Interiorizing your pain and fear
In a freezing throne of bones 

Say it doesn’t matter, again and again
Say nothing at all, in a slow motion movie
Say it won’t change at all your distress
A ghost hanging over what you say

Bury me with you, in your never ending pain
Scratch my eyes to death, mask of tears
Not to see you murky soul anymore in a shell
The taste of agony in my mouth, once again
Your wasting life before my swollen eyes 

Say it doesn’t matter at all, over again
Say it doesn’t mean at all for you
Say it won’t change the pain you have inside
In a cold nest of warm river blood 
Say again you don’t want to run away 
I won’t believe you, again.

The shadows of the night

The sky, a tattered cloudy blanket

gray-blue empty room

The ground, a dead leaves carpet 

gold and scarlet crispy tomb

The trees, howling dark creatures

Woody feet in the ground

Long knotty arms to the sky

 hopeless prayer to the setting sun

No appeal, no struggle, still

the shadows of the night swallow

the lonely autumnal forest

in a gigantic serpent bite. 

The cold darkness, triumphs

Once again on the sleepy woods

Illusionary victory, ancient chimera

Of the oldest men’s fear ...

Forest of fire

The dying sunset, a red eye in the sky

Through the leaves and the branches

golden sunbursts on my face

Crying willows and red bushes

Waiting for the darkness to come

Funeral of the last rays of light

The forest is burning in a crimson silence

While I stand in the murky foliage

Expecting the cold embrace of night

The rising moon blinks from above
laughing at me maliciously.
But I cry tears of liquid lead in the dark.

Stranger at home

Lost in translation
In a strange country
In a weird situation
Surrounded by unknown faces

Lost in translation
In a freak show
Telling nonsense word
I cannot understand

Lost in translation
Peculiar faces looking at me
Like a stranger I am
Fixing my head

Translation? I don't need
I am stranger at home
In a country I cannot decode

The meaning

I look into your eyes

for the meaning of my life

I stare myself in a broken mirror

like a rotten soul in tears

 In the middle of the room alone

I envy smiling faces around

deep inside my soul a dark pit

without any reason or goal

I force myself to be another

in another world or dimension

what I am, your eyes cannot tell

just reflect my inner fear of fallen angel

Your words

Your words, blade of ice

in my flesh’s heart.

You want to suck my soul

twisted and torn me to shreds

as dirty cloths in the wind

Your words, tongue of fire

in my white soul.

You want to scratch me to blood

reduce me to a shapeless heap of pain

like a coal sack in the fireplace

Your words, stolen from the street

in your dirty mouth, push me adrift

away from your restless anger

and from your insane mania of man.