Until She's Dead

Frozen inside she sits staring into space,
Watching as all the stars fall,
She does not care what others think,
She doesn’t care at all,
Ice-cold hands folded in her lap,
As she sits still on a wicker chair,
In a long black dress,
With long flaxen hair,
Bare feet resting slightly on the wooden floor,
Ribbons flutter by her ears,
And even though she never smiles,
She never sheds a tear,
A statue she is outside,
Her heart is made of stone,
For she knows it will not break,
If she remains alone,
Inside a little cottage,
From behind the patterned glass,
She always watches,
As the sunlight burns the grass,
No one comes to visit her,
Even though she is still young,
Because she never speaks,
No words leave her tongue,
But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t think,
She has thoughts inside her head,
Words that she cannot voice,
Except for when she’s dead.

Come and Play in The Dark

Come and play with me it whispers,
Its child like fingers clutching our own,
Come and play my game it pleads,
I will never leave you on your own,
I am not like the rest of humanity,
I am not fickle or consumed by worthless greed,
It entices us laughing sweetly in the night,
It chases us through the stars crying when we bleed,
Come and play with me it calls,
It runs on ahead playing a hungry little game,
It giggles in ecstasy as children run to it,
It wraps its arms around them staking its claim,
You are mine now, it tells the children,
You are my own flesh and blood,
Spread my message to the others of your kind,
Tell them it’s a reward for being good,
It claws at our skin, ripping away our flesh,
I like to play this game it laughs gaily,
I have new victims every night,
I birth new children daily,
It spreads its black wings towards the midnight sky,
It causes every murder while its eyes glint like a dying fire spark,
Go my children tell them to run,
Tell them to come and play in the dark…

Mormântul
Charles Pierre Baudelaire

Pe-o noapte de catran şi zgură
Dacă vreun bun creştin smerit
Pe-ascuns lâng-o dărâmătură
Îngroapă trupul tău slăvit,

Aici, când stele sfioase
Vor clipoci, de somn buimace,
Păianjenii vor ţese plasa
Şi viperele pui vor face;

Vei auzi într-una peste
Osânda bietei tale ţeste
Hăulituri de lupi hoinari

Şi vrăjitoare costelive
Hârjoana babelor lascive
Şi sfatul sumbrilor coţcari.

FTIZICA
Cincinat Petrescu

"Ce jalnic in suflet strabate
Fiorul pe frunze uscate
Pe bietul bolnav ce din casa
Asculta cum toamna se lasa."

Cu ochii mari si supti de boala,
Priveste lacul inspre apus
Copila care nu s-a dus
De nu stiu cate luni la scoala.

Cum paru-i negru ca de smoala
Pe frunte-i cade nesupus,
Un gand ii fura ochii-n sus
Spre cerul sur, spre zarea goala.

Si cum in pieptu-i slab se-neaca
Sfasietor o tuse seaca,
Spre mama ei se-apleaca bland

Si-ngana-n lacrima ce-i pica:
"Eu n-o sa vad cu voi zburand
Pe cer intaia randunica!"

Without Wings

My life seems to swallow me
self-destruction fills my dreams
pain inflicted cannot state
this blackend heart filled with hate
A journey I've made to find an end
in search of a monster I hope to befriend
silently I stand here at deaths door
with a proposition he cant ingore
take my anger, my pain, my stride
in exchange to give my life
with a shacking hand I rang the bell
and beckond my keeper straight from hell
he listend intently to the bargain I made
bid me to relax while he considerd the trade
alone I waited for death to reply
will I wake up tomarrow or say my goodbyes
in a shimmer of air before me he stood
with the grace of an angel he lowerd his hood
the bargain, he said, seems to be fair
before it all ends, would I like to paryer
politley I declined so lost was my faith
then I closed my eyes in acpetans of my fate
he placed a hand upon me, I heard a gentle sigh
I had nothing more to say as I began to die.

Tormented Soul

I’m losing touch with myself; the days are so long and dizzying. Forever is an eternal sentence that never ends. A sickening weight is carried in my heart, slowing my pace. Having freedom but nowhere to roam, for all I have known was control. As the early morning sun awakens me, I dread another day has past leaving me with time burned like a candlewick. Unfocused wondering through the night I glance at the world, which seems so tranquil and silent. I glide past forms that are streaked with fatigue and pain. My face focuses on the moonrise of a star filled sky, wondering if to mourn or pity others like me.
I seem to pass unnoticed, a tormented soul seeking refuge. Naked and defenseless I cross-burning sands and frozen wastelands, never knowing the path I walk has seen my presence many times before. I stand in the cold wind blown rain, but I feel nothing. I close my eyes and vivid images of the past haunt my rest, as I walk a unraveling wire nonchalantly across a chasm of images fragile as glass which cause me to flee back into a world of empty chambers, so I sit awake in my cold surroundings. Feeling numb and uncaring. There is a clear presence that weakens my judgment, leaving me confused and ill tempered. Shaken but never fully aroused I hear the faint giggle of destiny, manipulating my actions as if I was a puppet playing for no audience. Pondering the purpose of my existence, on a lonely journey focusing on a mirage that has the key to my release, wondering if I will forever be on the quest of seeking reality in a realm of illusions. Never to reach the end of a lifetime of torment and suffering, because it is endless.

DEATH TO THE INNOCENT

I WENT TO A PARTY, MOM, I REMBERED WHAT YOU SAID. YOU TOLD ME NOT TO DRINK, MOM, SO I DRANK SODA INSTEAD. I REALLY FELT PROUD INSIDE, MOM, THE WAY YOU SAID I WOULD. I DIDN'T DRINK AND DRIVE, MOM, THOUGH THE OTHERS SAID I SHOULD. I KNOW I DID THE RIGHT THING, MOM, I KNOW YOUR ALWAYS RIGHT. NOW THE PARTY IS ENDING, MOM, AS EVERONE IS DRIVING OUT OF SIGHT.

AS I GOT INTO MY CAR, MOM, I KNEW I'D GET HOME IN ONE PIECE. BECAUSE OF THE WAY YOU RAISED ME, SO RESPONSIBLE AND SWEET. I STARTED DRIVING AWAY, MOM, BUT AS I PULLED INTO THE ROAD, THE OTHER CAR DIDN'T SEE ME, MOM, AND HIT ME LIKE A LOAD. AS I LAY HERE ON THE PAVEMENT, MOM, I HEAR THE POLICE MAN SAY, THE OTHER GUY IS DRUNK, MOM, AND NOW I'M THE ONE WHO WILL PAY. I'M LYING HERE DYING. MOM, I WISH YOU'D GET HERE SOON.

HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME, MOM? MY LIFE JUST BURST LIKE A BALLOON. THERE IS BLOOD ALL AROUND ME, MOM, AND MOST OF IT IS MINE. I HEAR THE MEDIC SAY, MOM, I'LL DIE IN A SHORT TIME. I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU, MOM, I SWEAR I DIDN'T DRINK. IT WAS THE OTHERS, MOM. THE OTHERS DID NOT THINK. HE WAS PROBIBLY AT THE SAME PARTY AS I. THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IS, HE DRANK AND I WILL DIE.

WHY DO PEOPLE DRINK, MOM? IT CAN RUIN YOUR HOLE LIFE. I'M FEELING SHARP PAINS NOW. PAINS JUST LIKE A KNIFE. THE GUY WHO HIT ME IS WALKING, MOM, AND I DON'T THINK IT'S FAIR. I'M LYING HERE DYING AND ALL HE CAN DO IS STARE.

TELL MY BROTHER NOT TO CRY MOM, TELL DADDY TO BE BRAVE. AND WHEN I GO TO HEAVEN, MOM, PUT DADDY'S GIRL ON MY GRAVE. SOMEONE SHOUYLD HAVE TOLD HIM, MOM, NOT TO DRINK AND DRIVE. IF ONLY THEY HAD TOLD HIM, MOM, I WOULD STILL BE ALIVE.

MY BREATH IS GETTING SHORTER, MOM. I'M BECOMING VERY SCARED. PLEASE DON'T CRY FOR ME, MOM, WHEN I NEEDED YOU, YOU WERE ALWAYS THERE. I HAVE ONE LAST QUESTION, MOM, BEFORE I SAY GOODBYE. I DIDN'T DRINK AND DRIVE, MOM, SO WHY AM I THE ONE TO DIE?

THE BLACK CHAMBER
I am lost in the black chamber
There's no way to turn back
It takes me down forevermore
And death would be so sweet
I'm possessed by the old creature
Who had planned all
To take my soul
Too late for me
In my hands
It liest I thought
But I failed
Now he's in me
My soul is lost
In his black chamber
I'm gone


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Today I remembered
the wonderfull world I have found in your hands...
an entirely new and incredible world,
where every caresse on my skin
felt like the wind of spring
breathing softly all over it,
and where even the smallest word
was so filled with life that it hurt...
I remembered everything,
starting with stars and ending with lightnings
and even more,
roads of passion and roads of pain,
and eyes,
curious eyes,
hungry eyes and also hungry lips...
...it was all there...
...and the only proof I have that it was true
is this sweet and painfull sensation
of missing you and the world of your hands...

I, ailing and tormented human being,
I leave these words to be my final will:
to World I leave existence without seeing
the face of luck, or getting any feel;
to Life I leave the people full of sorrow,
deprived of any joy, as I was too;
to Fate I leave my thoughts about tomorrow
and all the dreams I wanted to be true;
to Death I leave my gratitude forever,
for saving me from what I had to stand;
to Time I leave my thanks, for being clever
at hurying my life untill the end;
if someone in this world has loved me ever,
to Her I leave my heart, and my love whole,
and all the pain for never having met her,
and in Thy hands, my Lord, I leave my soul...

Have you ever watched carefully
the light of the November sun?
It has reflexes like those of angel tears
smuggled through the screen of the sky...
And the mortuary and withered scent of yellow
freezes in such lighted moments...
It's a light filled with an almost aristocratic sadness,
with a noble and serene resignation,
with a mystic and so telling silence!
It almost goads you to contemplate it
and to meditate unruffed upon all and nothing...
You can feel it idly penetrating your eye,
softly caressing your iris,
like a too early farewell...
And when, gently kissing your smile,
wants to warm up its non-existence to your breath,
it breaks into thrills of silky mist,
almost happy to have been so close to the soul...
...The light of the Novemeber sun?...
...It's like the death of a not yet lived life...
...And exactly like that one, it keeps its secret
hidden in one of those many and unnoticed
angel tears, shyly wiped up with a rough sleeve...

My life is a tear...
...a drop of happiness and salted pain mixed together,
that apeared - with or without reason -
in the corner of the eye of this world...
...And if I exist, maybe I owe this to somebody...
...And if I owe this to somebody, maybe I really exist...
But what happens to the salt of the dried tears?...



Sper sa va placa si cele pe care le-am postat eu...unele dintre ele si altele pe care inca nu le-am adaugat au fost sau urmeaza sa fie publicate in Marea Britanie in niste antologii...As aprecia foarte mult parerea voastra!

My Death
When Death's pale angel stands before my face,
With smile unfathomable, stern and chill,
And when my sorrows with my soul exhale,
Know yet, my friends, that I am living still.

When at my head a waxen taper slim
With its cold rays the silent room shall fill,
A taper with a face that speaks of death,
Yet know, my friends, that I am living still.

When, with my forehead glittering with tears,
They in a shroud enfold me, cold and chill
As any stone, and lay me on a bier,
Yet know, my friends, that I am living still.

When the sad bells shall toll - that bell, the laugh
Of cruel Death, which wakes an icy thrill -
And when my bier is slowly borne along,
Yet know, my friends, that I am living still.

When the death-chanting priests, dark browed, austere,
With incense and with prayers the air shall fill,
Rising together as they pass along,
Yet know, my friends, that I am living still.

When they have set my tomb in order fair,
And when, with bitter sobs and wailing shrill,
My dear ones from the grave at length depart,
Yet know, my friends, that I shall be living still.

But when my grave forgotten shall remain
In some dim nook, neglected and passed by, -
When from the world my memory fades away,
That is the time when I indeed shall die!

Conquer the whole world to satisfy
their lust for pain and terror
disguise their faces to hide them
in the dark
determination

The oath on the runestaff
is the highest
the ruin of a nation
step by step
destiny

Damned for all Time - but what's time ?
Tales of the one who's born to change

And as the earth was old and cold
she closed her eyes and fell to sleep
violation ruled the world
the dark kingdom's time

He's called Hawkmoon wearing a sign
black jewel in his head
he's the one who's forever there
he's born a thousend times

Damned for all Time
in every age he existed
Damned for all Time
in every future he'll live
for all Time he's crying
he's crying

Hey strange one I know
you're standing there
the faces are they mine ?
Are you out there ?
Watch out for the day, fiend
I'll kmow your name
hear my laughter

Oblivion - who's blowing the horn
Oblivion - who's killing the gods

Dark kingdom's lost now
no pain storms the land
strange things are happening
changing of all planes
in the universe by a mad magican
to conquer the power of his magic
a place where truth waits must
be found Tanelorn

Damned for all Time - who am I ?
Once I've been called Erekose

I was Elric - I'll be Corum
I'm the prince of the south ice
Now I'm nothing
wait for someone
wait for Ilian
No ! I'm Hawkmoon

Oblivion - the war is eternal
Oblivion - the battle is endless

Don't Save Me

Don't try to save me,
It won't be too long.
Soon, I'll stop breathing.
Nothing can go wrong.

Don't call out for aid,
The pills work too fast.
You can't try to revive me,
The time for help is past.

Don't cry over me.
I wanted it this way.
It was no accident.
Here am I, and here I stay.

Don't blame yourself,
This was my choice.
When I needed help,
No one heard my voice.

CANTEC DE LEAGAN

Prunc al plansului Nirvanii,
Dormi copile, nani-nani
Si-am sa-ti pun in loc de cruce,
Sfincsi ironici la rascruce!


O, cum stie...(cum stia!)
Tanjita de carnea mea,
C-o sa-i cumpar, c-o sa-i cer,
Mana ei ca un jungher...


Si tot ea ca sa ma culce:
Nani-nani, lemn de cruce...
Nani-nani, nu te prinda,
Cel ce-n visuri se perinda!


Nani-nani sa nu vezi
Fata tristilor aezi
Inecati - caci cine stie-i?
Supti de apa vesniciei...


undeva intr-o valcea,
Marele Hinger plangea...

Hasten to the bridal bed-
Underneath the grave`tis spread:
In darkness may our love be hid,
Oblivion be our coverlid-
We may rest, and nione forbid

-Percy Bysshe Shelley-

You are in my dreams
the darkness in my eyes
the rapture in my screams
Black Goddess arise

Nothing will keep us apart
we could kill them all
if our desire tore free
Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve

And the night draws in beside her
as we embrace the dark side by side
I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire
to harvest the seed ploughed inside her

Archangel, snare the flesh
suck dry the ebbing wound
leave them lifeless and broken
my beloved...

Oh, how I craved for you
You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter
am I to bleed myself dry to see your delight?

-Cradle of Filth- The Black Goddess Rises

LE REVENANT

Comme les anges à l'oeil fauve,
Je reviendrai dans ton alcôve
Et vers toi glisserai sans bruit
Avec les ombres de la nuit;
Et je te donnerai, ma brune,
Des baisers froids comme la lune
Et des caresses de serpent
Autour d'une fosse rampant.
Quand viendra le matin livide,
Tu trouveras ma place vide,
Où jusqu'au soir il fera froid.
Comme d'autres par la tendresse,
Sur ta vie et sur ta jeunesse,
Moi, je veux régner par l'effroi!

-Ch. Baudelaire-

From Darkest Skies

Take your own
Sick with fever
And cry out loud
to God
Your sorry own
Will be piled upon me
That I can't see
My God
I've cried for earth
More than once
But rivers still run
With reddest tears
Be lost in me
And I'll never need to ask
Who wants me? Who wants Me?
Be mine tonight. The sight of your light
I'll breathe in you. I'm a fool, just for you
I'm in pain
And I don't know why
Under heavy rain
From darkest skies
We're in pain
The two of us
And I no longer know
Which way to go
Open wide. Let me see
Your bleeding heart cries for me
Look straight up. Look at the sun
This song's for her. Her requiem
Open wide. Let me see
A poisoned soul in agony
Self pity strangles me
I'm lashed by grief
And I'm killing me
Don't fear. My fire is enough
For both of us

(MY Dying Bride)

vad ca unele sunt versuri de cantece cred...
insa unii cred ca ati scris in engleza...e mai usor sa va exprimati in engleza?

e doar limba in care au fost gandite. simtite.
nu sunt adepta traducerilor.

Secunda, nu e vorba de "exprimare". Nu sunt poeziile noastre, sunt versuri de cantece... metale indeosebi Asa ca noi incercam sa transmitem doar sentimentele pe care ni le-au generat cantecele respective, incercam sa le duplicam in cei care le citesc...

Din pacate, metale in romaneste mai putin... Poate o sa postez Agathodaimon...

"Trei cruci de lemn, trei cruci enorme de lemn vopsite cu trei culori..."

asta e ion minulescu...

Ei bine, incultura din mine si=a spus cuvantul

Eu am auzit versurile doar pe Agathodaimon - Banner of Blasphemy.

A Sequel of Decay
- Tristania

In decadence I take thee by the hand,
Too frail... to gain the promised land,
Too frail... to take your pain away,
Too frail... a sequel of decay...

May milleniums gather
Upon the mirage of desolated souls...
Far between departure and sorrow,
I breed my afterthought
In thy hours of vast dejection's haunt... wane...

An angel strays upon my door
So frail and lost within,
To weep upon her days of yore
My decadent, come in...
Her stain and tears upon my floor,
The sorrow that she brings,
Devotion of a life outworn
In decadence come in...

May thy lids desorb from emerald seas
A pending solitary
Though thy pain redeems, life it seems to be
A fragile sanctuary...

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PS: Cred ca asta s-ar fi potrivit mai bine la un topic numit "Poezii gri" :-)

Save Me From Myself
- Sirenia, An Elixir for Existence

Save me now
before my world falls
Save me now
from myself
before the dawn

Save me now
I’m at the reaper’s door
Can’t you see
you hold the key
to set my mind free...

robin goodfellow
dianae, my muse
morpheus in my heart
your sand in my veins
it's a deeper kind of slumber
what is universe anyway
but a pouch of silver coins
the intense breathing
of a dying animal
a foreboding of afterlife
master keys in oaken chest
the somewhere is mine
and from there i'll continue
all i asked for was a little love
meet me on the other side
where as a rose i will wake
though blind i'll follow every step you take
dianae, my muse
dianae, my solitude
cease to exist, rise to exist no more
it's a deeper kind of slumber

TIAMAT- A Deeper Kind of Slumber

Winter's Warning


My time has come again,
My beautiful sisters!
I allow you to rest unrecognized.
Painlessly you shall sleep
As my frost creeps into your paling flesh
Of perpetual ovulation
And fertile, golden bliss.
We shall not think of your awakening
As long as I rule.
My bitterness will reign
And my snow must reflect the night
As it falls upon Autumn's withering remains.
Alas, Autumn,
Do not fear, my dearest.
We are both misunderstood.
You are the one who welcomes me
As I sweep through your portals.
I shall now relieve you
From your colorful melancholy
And sorrowful fatigue.
From every word of betrayal
Hangs an icicle of misery:
A collection of tears of my past,
Now frozen.
I mourn our mother's false dreams
For her offspring,
Who thinks me a fool,
Shall lie before me bleeding red crystals
Over my frigid smile,
Into my wet, white grave
So I can touch their suffering,
Yet--feel no remorse.
They pray to Summer,
But sacrifice unto me.
Oh, Summer,
Blissful one!
Our disparate souls are fated
To eternal separation.
You could turn the earth into dust
If it were your desire,
But you are too careless
And too oblivious
To see our mother's ruins
Upon her surface.
When I find it within myself to forgive,
(Never forget;
I cannot forget, only forgive)
I shall resign and gladly subside
For even I do tire of my silent rage
And its own unique peace within.
I will return to my beloved North
In order to regain my strength,
Which this tainted soil has taken,
And let Spring
Have her long awaited
Resurrection.
Spring,
My youngest sister
As well as the oldest,
You--a mere child yourself,
Are the mother of each beginning.
So naive and innocent!
Why are you so persistent
To birth anew
What I had avenged,
What had deserved to die?
Hear me now:
I had governed
Barren grounds
Millenia ago.
Soon, when these are barren
once again,
I shall retrieve
My absolute dominion

Dead Without A Grave

Mommy has me inside of her
and she wishes she did not
I'm a symbol of what Daddy did
after he knocked her up
Mommy has me inside of her
but she drinks just the same
She may like the taste or the feeling it brings
but its poison in my vains
Mommy has me inside of her,
and I'm dizzy in my head
She must be doing that stuff again
if shes not careful; I'll be dead
Mommy has me inside of her
but hate took me away
Why should I have to pay for what Mommy done?
But I did, now I'm dead, Without a grave...

haaaaaaaaaaahahahhahahaaaaaaaaaa
bai nu vreau sa fiu off topic...dar poezia asta e mortala!!!
daca`mi permiteti a parafraza...
mamelor din lumea`ntreaga
eu va dau un singur sfat
nu`necati copilu`n vodka
din cauza lu` barbat

in vitro veritas!

Cinnamon_Girl, astfel de poezii îsi au locul în sectiunea Poezii Umoristice.

intr`adevar...promit sa`mi revizuiesc atitudinea...

Voice of Azrael


I am the shadow of everything that has been
and of everything you have been.
I am both the bringer of memories and forgetfulness.
I shadow you all of your days, and hold you into the night.
I am the soul of sadness and the bringer of joy.
I exist for but a moment as you pass between worlds,
yet I am forever trapped within that moment,
within the twilight that is fleeting, yet as certain as the dawn.
I am the water that licks the land and then recedes,
each time taking away a bit of one shore and depositing it on another.
Every grain of earth I overtake is hallowed.
Every soul is in my sacred trust, albeit briefly.

I am the voice of melancholy.
My whisper shall always stir in your soul.
Come to the edge of twilight and heed the point beyond the silence
Stretch yourself into the distance to where I wait
with hands extended to catch your tears and blend them with my own
So shall you drown in the dark waters of remembrace
Then you shall weep no more the tears of sorrow
instead, gather the tears of joy in the palm of your hand
and drink deeply until memory is quenched.

I am the vision of eternal twilight
and I await the coming of all souls
but cannot forgo the pain of having to let go
once you emerge from the drowning
and your eyes meet mine in love, rather than fear.
All must past through my gate to get home.
All must become as I am
but for a moment that is mine forever
and yours for but an instant.

I am the point of contact between your world, and eternity
and I shall appear
as but a distant star from
the places you shall go to.
A cold hand and solitary pinpoint
of blue half-light
that sets on the horizon
of what you were,
and what you are.
You will cast an eye, and for a moment
know ALL THINGS
and strive the rest of your days to remember
why there is tear running cold down your cheek.
I am unable to ever forget.
All things are contained in my vision
So, I must weep for every sorrow
you fail to understand
and every tear that you hold back.

I am the arc of silence
that encircles the sound of life.
Like a sickle in the wind, my voice is a wailing song
an undinal melody of weeping sirens.
The memory of me is contained in everything that lives.
I am ever the shadow of your threshold.
And you,
are the multitude of shadows on mine.

I am the soul of melancholy
imprisoned on the threshold
between the worlds of flesh and spirit.
I am only free
when there are no more souls
to release from the flesh.
When matter is transcended
so shall my prison dissolve
and my river run dry
and the West Gate close upon itself.

Amorte!

voodoo sx stuff-a thousand years


Then it's agreed we will meet in a thousand years
Then we will dance on the fire of our souls
Then it's agreed will will reach for a thousand years
Then we will chance to feel alive

Then it's agreed we will weep for a thousand years
Then we will laugh at our old foolish selves
Then it's agreed we will sleep for a thousand years
Then we arise pure light

Then it's agreed we will grieve for a thousand years
The we will smile to remember the pain
Then it's agreed we will leave for a thousand years
Then we will be one