The Cursed One

The Cursed One


One day or another, when I'll become a bother,

Searching for my brother, that's lying next to me

I will realise, that I must memorise,

That I must keep inside, the answers from between.



One day or another, when I will obtain the other

It won't become a bother, a bother to forget.

Forget the other, forget the brother,

It won't become a bother, a bother to forget.



One day or another, when I will find my brother,

When I will find the other, when I won't be a bother

When I will control my anger, when I will help the other

You will become another, another curse to me.

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The Letter


The letter or the matter,
The matter of the latter,
Why does it even matter,
If I lose that letter?


The lesser thing than anger,
The center with the dagger,
Which dagger in the center,
It's the bitter from the letter?


The faster thing than ever,
The hacker of the matter,
Will see the letter
But this doesn't matter.

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croNous


~ part 1 ~

Everywhere and nowhere, I'm looking there
At all those things that I have to bear,
A vivid light, searching from where
The darkest voice that only I hear
Tells me I shouldn't be here,
And then it shouts into my ear
"Kill your soul and die, my dear!"


And it took me everywhere, starting from where
The nature and the nightmare at which I glared
The unsecured rasure started to revere
While the rare rapture began to sere
And the vampire started to fear
Unaware of his own sphere, when settled the umpire
Is he going to be free, or will he no longer be?

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Wind's Road


In the end, with no one near,
The almighty has appeared
Softly speaking into my ear:
"You must now choose your road, my dear.

Choose the left road over here,
And the dark voices that you will hear
The things that slightly disappeared,
They'll make you kill yourself, my dear.

Stay on the road where you are now,
And things will continue to go how
They did before, repeating and you know,
Till the suicidal thought will start to grow,
Devouring your soul till you'll be gone.

But rise your head and look at right,
There's your first path full of light;
There's where your future can be bright
The wind's road full of might.

What do you choose? "

"What I choose it's my choice,
So wind, listen to my voice
Listen to it as you always did
And tell me what I should do.

What should I do?"


" To stay and not to stray,
Because, as you saw today,
After you realised yesterday
And the day before it and so on.


Your road is not the same
The same with different names
Come back to the origins,
And even before that,

Because when you come with us
You have to stay with us
Forever. "


"Then so be it, as you say:
Gone with the wind, on the Wind's Road
In the places where I will grow,
Fly with my wings, like I did before
And I will stay on the good wind's side
FOREVER. "

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croNous

~ part 2 ~

The voices are gone, and I can't get back home
My friends are back, but nothing's on crack
Not anymore, I just don't want it like before
And so my gain, won't go like rain.
While I opened the door, in search for more
You locked it back, now I'm back on track.
I want fear gone, I don't want home.


Fear is still here, fear is still near
It turns our hearts, into games of darts;
When you two meet, or when you speak
It makes you weak, when it's too deep.
Covered in fear, afraid of losing someone dear
Hiding behind masks, these are the real facts.
Now on the inside, you must have realised:
You want fear gone, or else you're done.

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The Spark

~ part 1 ~

He wanted to kill, that was his will
To pay the bill, in order to fulfill
In feeding his pill, unable to stay chill
All this nonsense till, he felt down hill.
Hurt, he got ill, sitting under a grill
Running from his will, consumed by that pill.

She wanted to stay, but maybe she may
Have tried to say, that he can relay
On her every day. No need to pay
Or, to be at bay, because their way
Is like running away, on a big highway
But then you stay, and down you lay.

He's an undead, and he's in my head
When he was mad, I began seeing red;
We wanted her dead, that's where it led
Thoughts that were bad, stupid I could add
She was so sad, while crying in bed...
There's where it led; what was in my head?


Pareri? :3

Am scris si ceva in romana:

8. Şoim cu aripa tăiată


Într'o lume minunată, de complexe măcinată,
Cu poteca derivată, chiar de frică decimată
Ce ar zice că'i uitată, chiar de toţi abandonată;
Masca mult prea căutată, puritatea nesalvată
Speranţa abandonată, iluzia revendicată
Ce's la suprafaţa plată, şoim cu aripa tăiată.


Egoul vostru cel mare, se uită cu nepăsare,
Şi scufundă în uitare, toate lucrurile care
Nu's după a sa dictare, căci el este cel mai tare;
Dar nu şi cel care are, drept să pună după bare
Să vă ţină în visare, cu iluzii drept mâncare
Şi o mască care pare, fără şanse pe'o cărare.


Oameni plini de vise false, ipocriţi şi plini de farse
Ce v'aruncaţi de pe case, vreţi ca alţii să vă lase,
Care aveţi texte groase, sau băgaţi frica în mase;
Voi aveţi statuturi joase, puneţi etichete roase
Aripa'mi tăiaţi din oase, şi apoi trăgeaţi foloase
Iar cel ce vă ridicase, primea vorbe dureroase.


Eu nu vreau poteca voastră, să sar cu voi pe fereastră
Să nu trag vreo'nvăţătură, totul doar o'nvârtitură,
Om într'o adunătură, blocat în adâncitură
Să mai trag o căzătură, să nu mai dau de căldură.
Doar că nu mai sunt o chioară, nici nu am rămas o cioară
Eu sunt şoim, nu geamandură; cu voi n'am vreo legătură!