1. Unrequited Love To Reverie

Gazing at fabulous paintings,
Glancing with the shadows of the past,

I don't want to hear
The hymns of the fallen tears,
I don't want to trust in
Cruel deceitful dreams...

I don't want to see
The dance of the black swans,
I'm weakened by the tragedy
Of unvoiced words

I feel the abyss of your eyes.
I hate the dream you have remind me of.
I've lost the silence of my thoughts.
I'm proclaiming an ode of the despair.

Leave me in my blood,
Leave me in my tears,
Take my bleeding heart,
Listen to its silence...

Don't ruin me, my ghost.
You've brought me the grief, my mirage.
I'll kill the world for you,
Closing my eyes tightly...

I feel the abyss of your eyes.
I hate the dream you have remind me of.
I've lost the silence of my thoughts.
I'm proclaiming an ode of the despair.

Leave me in my blood,
Leave me in my tears,
Take my bleeding heart,
Listen to its silence...

My pray is lost in heaven.
You stole hatred, my God.
I'm lying on earth, like an autumn leaf
I'm rotting with you, my Devil...

Look at the ravaged heart of mine,
Listen to its silent symphony,
Dance with the ghost of the buried love,
Touch the coldness of its wounds...

I want to look into your eyes
filled with temptation
I want to look into your mind
filled with severity

Be my Ophelia...
Be my tragedy...
Make my tears fall
In the love agony...

I want to die again,
To loose the art of love,
But I live and I love...

2. Monochromes Philosophy

Closed eyes... Opened eyes...
Is there any difference?
I open my eyes – I see
Obscurity of thoughts,
Cruelty of hearts,
Platitude of the art.
I close my eyes – And see
Nothingness...

Closed... Open...
Night... Day...
They are creating eternity

I am afraid to leave
My dream place
I am afraid
To open my eyes.
But nightingale is
Singing the last lullaby
and the morning light
Cherishes my eaves
I am afraid
To see nightmares.
But nightingale is
Singing the last lullaby
And I am dreaming.

May be it's better to close my eyes forever
May be it's better to see the eternal dream
May be it's better to fly up high
May be it's better to portray my world in dark colors of living.

Closed eyes... Opened eyes...
Is there any difference?
I close my eyes and see
The play of mysterious colors,
The songs of phantom birds,
The enigma of ancient prophets.
But someone can see only
Nothingness...

Closed... Open...
Night... Day...
They are creating eternity

3. Paradoxes Of The Universe

Everlasting regeneration
Couples death and life up.
The greatest is discovered in the least.
In the cycle of living
Every molecule turns into the Universe.
Nonentity and grandeur
Are equated with the destiny.
Everything is just a mirage,
Like a slow downfall
In the perpetual dusk.
Only the instant that separates the dream from death
Can be called life.
Only that instant is exquisite.
And it destructs reality,
Life as a part of the universal beauty
Destructs objective reality.
Why should I inflict sufferings on the deity with my being?
I'd better dream to create the way from the vision to reality,
To become an architect of my dream world.
But nightmare turns me into the living, where
Everything is burnt
By the flame of ruined fates.
Everything is burned
For an instant that is called infinity.
Human eternity is like the last beam of the sunset,
That carries away the scenes of the passed lives.
And only darkness remains,
Where tranquility is:
Stillness of the antique gravestone,
Serenity of the autumn rain,
Calmness of the dreaming divinity.
And only during this moment,
When you know everything,
No thing is known...

4. Imperceptible Noise Of Moribund Impressions

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