Boy with a parasol / Fant s sončnikom

Little pleasure

You interest me my dear,
I cannot help but hear,
Every little word you say,
Each small step you lay.

You let me close, I breathe your air,
Driving me to sweet despair,
As I taste what I cannot reach,
I wish to bite you, little peach.

Suck the sweetness of your lips,
Feel the soft around your hips,
Enjoy the moment of us laid bare,
Feeling pleasure everywhere.

Alas I do not know such pleasure,
I might try, but could not measure,
For such a time is hard to find,
Such a time would blind my mind.

Stabbed in the back

Wait, what will happen I do not know,
Is it for real, or just for show?
I do not care about it anymore,
I wish for everything to be like before.

When you ask? What a simple task.
Tomorrow, Today, maybe another day,
I still do not break, I let go of the flask,
I would rather stay, than go that way.

It will not make it like it was once,
There is no single magical lance,
Together we might change the world,
But alas my friend, we have been sold.

Promises

A chandelier in the room,
So I simply assume,
That this must be some dream,
Or a place in between.

I ride on a steed,
It is lovely indeed,
But why am I asleep,
When a promise I must keep.

What I said I would do,
How I wanted to come through,
I am lost in a reflection,
Help me find my direction.

Futures

Dawn is what I have been waiting for,
End to the night and what was before,
Dreams of long past hunt my sanity,
I hardly know the light of reality.

The road walked is only descent,
Not one of knows, what it had meant,
We just know, what has been lost,
And how dearly it will have to cost.

Mine

I do not want to share,
It is only mine,
I really do not care,
It is much too fine.

Let go of what I got,
It is much, but not a lot,
I have taken time you see,
To stop thinking,
And just be me.

Skittering

They dance across the little keys,
Skittering spiders on a silken piece,
Constructing something new,
Not knowing what they brew.

Together they form a miracle,
As fortold by the oracle,
Many change the fate of few,
But in reality only a few do.

As their numbers start to grow,
I understand it not to be so,
What I have thought was their defeat,
They now lay around my feet,
The small bodies of their fallen,
With their tiny faces, sullen,
Now look into my broken eyes,
I am left with no mantle, no disguise.

A total loss is all I can see,
As they slowly start to devour me.

Grow

Broken I lie at the end of the road,
At least so I think, as my gun I do load,
My temple awaits, may it be swiftly done,
I do not want to live, if she is not the one.

Tragic is the choice,
Stifled my lover’s voice,
What do you want to say?
How does this go away?

The madness I brought to this tree,
Cut my veins, blood flowing free,
I see the roots take it in,
And how they do begin,
To grow anew, renewed with hope,
As I die grasping the rope,
In vain I believe it might help me out,
Too late, my life is done, without a doubt.

Queen of insanity

A cause for everything I can find,
To every end a reason bind,
Still I don’t know why we are apart,
Why both of us suffer a broken heart.

You could not trust, what I would give,
I could not find it in myself to forgive,
So we drift, apart in this world,
Loose our grip just as foretold.

They found me gagged and bound,
Thinking I could never again be found,
The asylum that is now my only home,
Can be no other, but your golden throne.

Unsurmountable

Chasing you I cannot stop,
I thought I reached you,
Then into the abyss I drop,
Now I drown in the waters blue.

It seemed like I could reach,
Did not learn what others teach,
How not everything can be achieved,
No matter how well or fully you lived.

Others

Break off from the crowd,
Go on, scream out loud.
Not one of them listened,
As the morning dew glistened.

You shivered in the cold,
It made me grow bold,
Decide to come clean,
To show what did seem.

The crowd grows unruly,
They are yours truly,
Living on the edge of madness,
They are the source of my sadness.