Coma

Cand n-ai sa ma mai chemi
va fi ecoul slab
si camera de zi
va fi-mbracata-n alb

Cand n-ai sa ma mai chemi
vor fi ceasul stricat
si multe sensuri noi
pe chipul hashurat

Canta-mi
povestea
sa n-o mai uit nicicand, nicicum,
adu-mi
vestea
din gura ta suna mai bine oricum,
@%%&%#
lucrul
si-arata-mi drumul cel mai scurt
du-ma
aiurea
si spune-mi ca nu-ti cer prea mult...

poogles!

to flollop

Eagerly awaiting June 2nd

Hand in a mirror

you're a sweet illusion
be so kind
distort my feelings
if you don't mind
I'll trade a right cause
for a second chance
for a second chance

you're the one and only point of view
and a hand in a mirror holds a missing clue
betray a right cause
for a better view

dreamlike creatures follow me into reality
sounds and shapes confusing me
or just appear to be

I couldn't love you more

you're a wrong conclusion
please be gone
restart my feelings
and carry on
I'll trade a right cause
for a second chance

still the one and only clue
is the eye in the mirror
and it's missing blue
betray a right cause
for a better view
for a better view

dreamlike creatures follow me
into reality
sounds and shapes confusing me
or just appear to be

I couldn't love you more

Rain

Rain rain go away and come back another day, but the rain falls on and on and down and across, and I wish that at least for once it'd fall down to up, out of my eyes, out of my mind. Whatever wishes I have or had or will have or might have had, or could have had, or will never have... wishes are illogical. And that goddamn dream, so unrelated I can hardly remember it now, but I remember what it meant, will never forget, but it is normal, since my grandmother always told me that dead people are all rotted out before their 7th year, and it must start sometime.
It's so easy to say something is normal, so that you can afford the luxury of putting it out of your head. We're cowards, all of us, spineless chickens, cannot look a hurting person in the eye, prefer to look up to thank whatever mystical and otherwise inexistant deity that it's not us.
And the rain insists on falling...