Tuesday, November 15, 2011

i am...

i am a distant nebula
you're the universe core
that compulsively draws me
into your black hole

i am a stately cathedral
you're a black pagan rite
that awakes long dead gargoyles
to devour the light

i am a silent illusion
you're the scream in my ear
and you scare and confuse me
then you scrag all my fears

i am an overgrown pasture
you are the scorching sun
and when you see me suffer the parching
you worsen the burn

i am a cluster of symptoms
you are the placebo pill
that i am trying to shrink from
whenever you make me feel ill

Saturday, November 12, 2011

ІІ

За тебе са и дните, и нощите,
и много още, те
без тебе с дъждовете оттичат.
Обичам...