Rose Madder

14.12.2005., srijeda

still

still dreaming of you
unable to distinguish sweet dreams among the nightmares

still feeling the touch of your hand
fingers caressing my white skin

still hearing you play
breaking my heart with each note

still seeing your smile
on the faces of others

still talking to you
begging you to hear me

still looking at the moon
and seeing your face

it's still you...
keeping me alive on so little

- 02:03 - Komentari (15) - Isprintaj - #

11.12.2005., nedjelja

oni

siva lica u gužvi
prazne oči koje ne odražavaju dušu
živi mrtvaci koji jure ulicama
nikada ne zastaju
ne osvrću se oko sebe

nema smisla pokušati im uhvatiti pogled
pokušati ostvariti onaj jedan trenutak prepoznavanja i razumijevanja
ako gledaju kroz zidove, kako ne bi i kroz tebe?

što im teče žilama?
to ne može biti krv, vruća i crvena
mora biti nešto ustajalo i sivo
nešto što se samo ponekad malo pomakne...

tek toliko da te zavara da su poput tebe

možeš se pokušati boriti
naravno da možeš, to je stvar slobodne volje
ali prije ili kasnije počinješ primjećivati privlačnost njihova sivila
divan život na samom rubu postojanja
prekrasno stanje svijesti koje ne poznaje istinu
ne poznaje pravu ljepotu,
ne poznaje intenzivne osjećaje,
ne poznaje ništa od onoga što nas čini ljudskim bićima

živiš u laži,
ali ta je laž ono što si oduvijek želio,
koga briga da li je stvarna ili ne?
tko u stvari želi istinu kada je ona tako okrutna?

prije nego što se okreneš jedan si od njih,
sivog lica i praznih očiju,
očiju koje ništa ne odražavanju jer iza njih ništa više ne postoji,
samo praznina,
život po tuđim pravilima,
bez individualnosti,
bez osobnosti,
bez srca

sve nas je manje...

- 00:48 - Komentari (20) - Isprintaj - #

01.12.2005., četvrtak

as the snow covers the castle's walls
I make a decision
to escape
to run

I knock over all the candles as I head down the stairs,
even before I reach the bottom the flames start roaring

my footsteps echoing through the hallways

so many portals before my eyes
but which one leads to salvation?

I suddenly see his face on one of them
for just a second
a single moment

a wish or an omen?

it is still enogh to push me through it

I feel the fresh air on my face
the snow flakes in my hair
...
and for a moment I stop
just to breathe

but they are closing in

will one of their swords penetrate my heart?
will I escape this prison?
will I surrender to their will?

or just disappear before their eyes as if I was never even there

just slowly...

melt into the snow

- 21:38 - Komentari (20) - Isprintaj - #

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She sits in the corner, trying to draw air out of a room which seemed to have plenty just a few minutes ago and now seems to have none.

čita se...

Lyrics

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Standing by the window
Eyes upon the moon
Hoping that the memory will leave her spirit soon
She shuts the doors and lights
And lays her body on the bed
Where images and words are running deep
She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head
So quietly she lays and waits for sleep

Uhvati me čvrsto i ne popušta.
Lud je za tišinom, to ne propušta.
Vodi me u svoj plavičasti dom.

Jedan d-moll me razvali,
neki bi to prosto tugom nazvali.
Nije to...šta je tuga za d-moll?

My spirit begins to rise to the heavenly skies
Just to be shunned away by you
Now all I want is to die, no streets of gold in the sky
And I wash my hands of you