thers no obsession or impression .. no illusion
the voices of yours that i hear are not a confusion
the echoes and voids that strike in my silence
have grown from moans of childish poems..and lies.

you left a part of you with me. or else im crazy
but crazy about you i have been for ages without the aid of these cries.
there was no madness when the moon was watching me
yet now i feel my hair being caressed by skeletons ,
i see the fire kissing darkness;
no longer am i safe within these muldy dreams

i cannot breathe, i cant be free,
nor put a clear sense in thought
nothing has anymore a reason;
its all the chaos of departured hopes:
illusion, hope and disillusion are springing from the same vein,
engendering the war and my disdain.

a new path of bones i step on:
my guide, disclosing her deep sight,is lilith
with eyes of ice and a pale heart
shes giving me what you purloin.

ill have to rise from tombs with iron doors
and close my ears to dirges of the verbose
ill walk on sands of wht was once oasis
and reconstruct my soul's genesis.

dec. 2007