Midnight Sun imprisoned on a disposable Throne
the polarizing song is raging on
is there nothing that can be done…
Are we all left in the cold, pointlessly alone?
Winter days are getting grim
something pulsating is dancing within
side by side this newly acquainted love is taking us on a wild ride
Multidimensional Violence breaks the careless youthful silence
Ancestral silence creates acts of toroidal superstitious violence
Words transcend the unnecessary truth
in my arms, all is rising, falling again in the bottomless pit of my youth
Follow the electrifying truth…
earthly dish now is served full of valiant half-truths
Follow the courageous words…
crazed vanishing, one-eyed thorn is asking to be reborn
Silent whisper of the distant, benevolent-looking Nord
vision says, without opening the flame-soaked door:
Remember why you were born!
Doesn’t matter if you feel the sudden and devious cold
ready or not…don’t stare like a clueless bot
I have already seen a lot…
I don’t need another well-trained, domesticated robot
Aim well and make your best, practical shot
some brave things, you should never forgot!
Real or strange-looking phantasm
another death evicted as the unfathomable chasm
screaming at your evaporated, defenseless door
purple fumes are coming down the floor
Birth or death of new dawn?
Superimposed appointment with staged, cosmopolitan fun
Additional, sustained lethargic fall
wasted is the last suspicious, unproven, and tainted lovers call
Can we ask for something more?
a subject that knows your essence, your inner core
Vanished, traumatized lore
something explains silently what happened, long before
Trapezoid, echoing wrecked dreams…
Hunted, boiling Cubicle, metastasized as retrospect painful screams
darkened, lateral voice imprisoned in voiceless Pouring steam
Can’t touch me!
has moved on…
some things must be done…
Feeling uncomfortable Blue?
Unsympathetic words are coming way too steep and horribly cruel
My light hits the floor like angry and agitated fuel
Has somebody said: a neverending cosmic pale duel?
Blissful Agony robed of liberating ecstasy
Tense thriller chiseled as abusing formality
runaway abnormality made as fallen fruits of normality
causality of simpletons
angry roar of a pathetic new tone
Can we now go home, or we must wait for a better-triangulated tome?
Acting Hot Blood and Thousand Angry Spears
saving boat held captive in broken Lazarus-made triumphal smear
Heaven’s wings engulfed in treacherous and shameful tears
Is the voice of death finally coming near?
You can blame me!
You can take me on…
You can just move on!
Nothing to lose
I killed my cheating vindictive muse
a life lived to accept the constant mortal abuse
Nothing to gain
a life followed by voiceless paragliding pain
what is there to explain?
The confusing wind held in the midst of time
heretic hour falling still, failed, dirty rhyme
Black Summer Thrown Away on Turquoise Made Winter
The story goes on like an unbeaten drunken sprinter
Yellow Moon followed by atrocity enraged splinter
Battling quarreled rams
Nobody gives a damn?
The audience, positioned as a trusted hypnotized apologetic fan
Is this, really the best we can,
Morning smiling Trixter, fast fixer made in corrosion flowing sporeless flu
Holly sacraments are laid down in the shape of a Victorian color of blue
is the masquerading prophecy true?
Voiceless death is on the prowl
Can you hear the midnight growl?
Sustained reckless flower of Red flavored Damnation
loving travesty drowned in pitiful and thirsty-looking Salvation
All hands on deck to save the Creation!
All hands in the air to save the last hour of battle-born Nation
Can reincarnation be vindicated as an unfaithful radio station?
Frozen, bitter-tasting frontier
deaf voices are coming relentlessly near
the deviant picture is getting clear
Heavy, stale Air cuts like a blunt, malevolent spear
Can’t touch me!
has already moved on…
some things must be done
before I am forever gone…
All Devils are here
Hell is unpleasantly empty
Is this, really the Land of the Plenty?
Dont, don’t answer
sent another soules sentry…