5.

Gazing

Gazing
dying
and singing
the mud, the sky
all those feathers
and slowly, we go on


Oh lord, are we left behind?
after you, oh
the waves will go

we gaze into the light
our regrets and shame
all our laughing is ended
and I wish,
one day, you will break the night
but what then, what then?
I know, I know
into your eyes
everything flows and withers
everything inside us
we travel, we fly
we regret so many nights
all the gates open, beloved?
and our breath
our last breath


Sinking deeper and deeper
listening what we can not fathom
the waves of the ocean?
and we  stare to the sky
there is nothing up there
there is no one to call
there is nothing to hold
we are nothing, anymore
what once was, is there hope?

4.

Lighthouse
   
Dead house, from the very first
I beckon forth
Forth to conquer
and deliver
all of you, all of you weak souls
Your is the eternal damnation
As I dream and my mind is lost
from madness
the eternal fire
rise from it, it’s time

Descending

Again, from my being
you separate
afraid to burn, to burn, to cry!
and again, you are full of yourself
but tired of the journey
the advent in this woods
of hope

3.

And as I carve those words in my skin
your forgiveness is kind, lord
upon our return
my last step is not made
poison claims us
you know the cost
and the prophets foretold
to remember
this dagger still carves the words
Till when?...

This light…
my shell is broken
my will, unbreakable!
now! ARISE!
through these cursed hills, I run!
what are those spread wings to achieve?
ARISE!
Abominations crawling
dismembered limbs
dead, my home now is
Rotten, from your pulsating hands
I remember
I awake
too late!
too late to wear this helm and forgive

2.

Our struggle lives on
our hands are bloody
every day
our orders are to proceed
every tired step
every lost soul
nothing matters
where are we going
with so much to regret
trough those infinite
barren lands?



Then, the whispers returned
then screaming
branches bend
crawling, scratching, tearing…
blindness
at the gates, standing
ignorant, afraid
oh, the judgement is due

1.

All will remain
the trees
the whispers
and the laughter
Along our rotten steps
we all breath and choke
All remains
the piercing screams
the knocking and gnaving
and their laughter
and our open, dead mouths.


Always watchful
always there
monuments with tears
forever engraved
and our heart beats, our king
can’t you see, or your madness took you
into the dark slumber?
All is gone
all is dead
your dreaming remains

Harbinger

Tattered banners, no wind to blow
under my flight of mass
decomposition
the air is putrid, the sky is dead
this is our long awaited demise
unheard, unanswered millions of prayers
no one to finally even witness them

At the very end, we have only ourselves to blame
as I hold the ashes in my dead hands
I recall the past!

Dig your graves or rot unburied on the ground
only few were chosen to run insane
and haven't seen all the misery and pain
all life and light is cut
in infinite silence and gore
you've been brought
no heart will beat, no life will grow
nor wings will fly forevermore!

Hail starvation!
long live the dead!
welcome, insanity!
rightfully here to stay!
summoned are the plagues!
this is our sad oblivion!
life is ended in this winter!
earth is scorched!

Feathers, no more
feathers...no more

Куп мечти, сонови, слобода и љубов, меѓу другото

Нивните тела се тресеа...не од студ, никогаш од студ, но од страв. Сепак, додека тој сонуваше, знаеја дека бурата нема да заврши.

Го заборавивме нашиот дом. А сѐ беше. И веќе не е. Земјата е челуст отворена, небото гори, океанот е нашиот бескраен гроб. Воздухот е преполн со мачнина, ветрот – предвесник кој го најавува нашето доаѓање. Доаѓање, а завршување. Што ли ќе се случи? На работ на окото, расцепување. На работ на карпата, шепот. Насред овој бродолом, те нема да ја стегнеш мојата дланка. Гавраните се вратија и чмаат. Смени го правецот пред да биде предоцна, но знаеме дека веќе е! 
Како ли сонуваме, како продолжуваме да сме слободни, кога невидливи конци се зашиени на кожата? Дента кога заборавивме, кога последните снопчиња сено гореа во ноќта, гореше иднината, круната таткова паѓа а моето срце умира. Патот посеан е со мртвите цветови од моето доаѓање. Детето уште во своите очи собира и негува храброст. И тие ќе горат, како и старите спомени мои. Како ли сонуваме?
Како се осмелуваме и надеваме да  инспирираме надеж во светов, кога сѐ она што го имаме во нашите срца се лаги? Тогаш, и срцето свое ќе го откорнам. И сите денови и ноќи се исполнети со мислата за нашиот завршеток. Сепак, како што сум соочен со крајот, каква штета би имало од уште еден, последен поглед?

Нивните тела се тресеа...не од студ, никогаш од студ, но од страв. Сепак, додека тој сонуваше, знаеја дека бурата нема да заврши...