love b4 u die

Sunt unele care te scufunda, altele care te inalta – si din cand in cand ai sa dai peste unul cat tine, lungime-latime-naltime, o bucatzica rupta candva inainte sa se materializeze lumea pentru tine, shi cazuta din nou intr-o ploaie de intreguri, peste tine, ea, completa ca o picatura de ceva esentzial si adapandu-tzi o sete crezuta cronica, incurabila, ca un defect congenital. asa a fost “Chansons d’amour” – pliat pe radacinoasele uscate cu respiratzia prospetzimii unei sperantze. din tabloul asta, greu de gri angoasat, atunci, acum, nu ash suporta sa fiu shtearsa, doar tocmai ce am fost in prezentza culorii!

Wash
My soiled memory in its muddy stream
With your tongue’s tip lick me clean
And remove every single trace
Of what has been
Of what binds me
Of what comes to pass
Alas
Stalk
Hunt her down for within me she fights
And when you have her in your sights
Do not heed her pleas and cries
You know
That she has to die
This is her second demise
And so
Kill her
Again
Weep
I’ve done that before, all in vain
More sobs just wet the pillows again
Despite my tries
Despite my tries
I have
A dried up heart
And swollen eyes
I have
A dried up heart
And swollen eyes
So burn
Burn when you sink into my bed of ice
It melts when you hug me like a vice
There’s no more sorrow
No more gravity
If I have
Your body like a flow
Of lava washing over me
My soiled memory in its muddy stream
Wash

~ by vintagenoisenik on April 19, 2008.