Abstract Spirit

Mistrust the silence... Liquid dimensions change... Spreading fear and strain... Filamentous minds... Shocking self-disclosure... Embraced by suffocation In airless spaces walk Among cadaverous smirks... Pompous pillars in a line... Paranormal flashi

I don't remember my face, I don't count wrinkles. I have never created idols For worshipping and hating them. I keep terrible secrets Of those who are gone. When clay knocked their coffins I was standing alone... If I could see the absence of a sense

Spread like roots under the ground, Merge with it taken away... Existence within soft silence... Free from pain, but sentenced to stay... Obscured by unforgiveness... The dawn no longer rises, The night has lost it's sense, Turned into Endlessness...

Drowned in ashes all above, consumed in orgies of greed As bloodlust satisfied, as a sin burns one's eyes, ... and flesh gets colder losing the attitude to the world... Currently obsessed I am by upcoming decay. Forgiveness which I can't reach Is lik

As forgotten souls suffer, In a blooming garden, I lie paralyzed In that deadly whiteness. Entwined branches reach for me With silent entreaties As my hands they are Tied by ruthless frost. My eyes are wide open Watching absence of everything They ar

Hopeless moans of silence, Cruelly tear my nerves, Cynic smiles of broken windows... Endless torture with absence... Further... I seek myself so far from here. Deep within, I am searching for seeds of sanity... I can only pray myself, Inside of my pr

I see your portrait in the ornament of lies With the senseless marble eyes I am almost buried under your mortal sin In that void deep within I suffocate among your gospels And abstract revelations Avoiding your distant cold Forlorn in distress, how c

By shades merging with darkness, By breath touching in reality, In the past, they abandoned bodies But still alive. Who was beloved will never set free Behind the fragile verge, their eyes Aspire to gaze in our souls Through the blind facade So look

These faces so tired and pale Were shaped with birches, Indocile but doomed to resist, To overcome the pain of loss. These eyes lose their colours, Showing nothing except shame, They have never looked at the sun That is too blind to understand... The