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Pitah samog sebe, da li pisati sada naširoko i nadugačko, istresti dušu na blog one more time. Napisati rekordno dug post, pisati bar do 2 u noći, pustiti pritom prigodnu glazbu za ugođaj. I prepustiti se. Da mi bude lakše.
No nekako me prošlo. Nemam potrebu opisivati što se zbiva, nemam potrebu sam sebe objašnjavati. Niti to želim. Dovoljna je samo činjenica da meni opet nešto - jest. I to je sve. Ovo je vjerojatno zadnji post za neko određeno vrijeme, dok opet nađem neki put i smjernice. Dok pokupim krhotine sebe i posložim ih polagano. Dok odgovorim bar na neka pitanja i postavim još novih. Dok se nešto ponovno ne pokrene.
Završit ću sve jednom pjesmom i tri prikladne fotografije. One vrijede u ovom trenu više nego sve pjesme i fotografije koje sam do sada stavljao na blog. Ponovno u sebi nose značenje poznato jedino i isključivo meni, jer znam situaciju u kojoj se nalazim. Ne želim pokušaje njihove interpretacije i onoga zbog čega sam ih stavio. Ne želim napise kako su lijepe. Znam da jesu. Niti želim komentare u stilu "bit će bolje". Ma u ovom času ne želim niti jedan komentar na ovaj post. Neka samo bude, ništa više.
DRACONIAN
THE CRY OF SILENCE
Filled with sorrow...
Bleak inner self touched by pride,
devoured by solitude, still wrapped in time.
I'm flowing with pain!
Holding myself back in suspicion...
and lingering in the dust...
the dust of my abandoned remains.
Killed with the dagger of life...!
Such an exquisite pride in my suffering...
alone, all alone with the emotional
streams of my soul...
So real, so pure... yet I'm left aside
entangled in fear... without hope.
I am truly left alone,
but somehow... just somehow
it feels like my loneliness is a victory
over the self-delusion of joy... and happiness.
My heart beats faster,
the anguish becomes clearer
and my misanthropic view gets stronger.
Living in the shadows...
so proud of being the one,
but desperate...
so desperate for a helping hand.
Do I really want to live this life?
I have a thousand reasons to die,
and many millions of tears to cry... in silence.
The human plague has emptied my life,
and I curse the day I was born... to this world!
Still, no-one else I ever want to be...
and no-one else I intend to be...
'cause no-one else I was meant to be!
I need, I want, I long for my retribution...
I need, I want, I yearn for my retribution...
I want my retribution... I want it now!
Unity; a gathering of open wounds,
of dark... of dark clean spirits...
what a dream... what a dream so distant!
Why should I... why should I be alone
when I love... when I love my brotherhood?
Shall I die... shall I die to be free
when I cry... when I cry in silence...
so please let me die in silence...
oh my god, let me die in silence!
Ovime je sve rečeno. Za sada. Pa do daljnjega.
Post je objavljen 10.05.2007. u 00:03 sati.