Leave Me
Leave me in a gloomy grove
Let me die in peace.
Leave behind all the loathe.
Let me rot in soil and grease.
Leave me in the wilderness
Let me decay in silence.
Leave all the gloves and rags
Let me burn like sun, with violence.
Leave me without the evocation
Let me mould with grace.
Leave me with all this Earth
Let me perish without a trace.
All of Them Keep Falling
All of them keep falling
one by one, piece by piece
They go away with no warning
and take my soul with them.
I see them on the floor
and lifeless in my hands.
They don't say a word to me
Only a subtle indifference.
All they do is bless me
with a deafening silence.
Like ravens,
they tear my flesh away
they perish,
take my breath away.
And leave the traces of pain,
Dried blood in all these veins.
Is The World Insane?
All that’s felt is pain in November rain.
The wicked thoughts cut me all day,
But all the wounds end up in vain.
Is it my sick soul that’s corrupt?
Or am I just drowning in shame?
The mist keeps rising, fading my name.
I'm crying for a reason that will never change.
The forest fire it once was,
Now it’s just a flickering flame.
The essence evades me,
Leaving just the picture frame.
I'm waiting for the dark clouds,
That might never rain.
Is it you? Dear disgrace?
Or is it my friend, the filthy fame?
Once the winter knocks my door,
Nothing will ever be the same.
Is it my fault or is the world insane?
I’m Used to It
I'm used to the—
Sound of shattering mirrors,
Shouts of the scary thunder,
Monotony of black and white,
A broken heart's ache and fright,
Hurting heat in the month of July,
Streets being cold at night.
I'm used to—
My birthday nights being silent,
Street dogs being violent,
Being forgotten in the crowd,
Falling and finding my way around,
The recipe that never tastes good,
The language that's misunderstood.
I'm used to—
Being forgotten and left alone,
Being abandoned with no home,
Having no one to call my own,
Having my hopes being thrown,
Diamonds shattering like stones,
I'm used to dying unknown.
Gates of Hell
Shattered stairs I couldn’t walk well.
Feet trembling at the gates of hell.
There is no escape and no return.
All that's left for me is to quietly burn.
Here I stand, deep drunken in haze
Bloodshot eyes of smoky embrace.
Here lies shame and the desperate cries,
My futile tries and blasphemous lies.
2021-23