The clouds are crying
with me.

As I walk down this corridor,

The walls melt with my sins.

For what I thought was right, was actually wrong.

The foundation that had been built below has now risen above,

Meant to crush its very creator.

As I walk down this corridor, the world dissipates.

Leaving me, a lone soul among the vast, set ajar with the flavors of love lingering behind.

Life is an act of infidelity, shadowed by blurred commitment.

For when we arise, we are void of the responsibilities.

But taken from the very purpose of life, which is to be responsible for living.

Kak mnogo slyoz ja ukral u tebja?

I dragged my flesh and perched on the terrace of gloom
Who welcomed me with sunken talons into my chest
and snatched my soul with great fury-
Upon me fell a torrent of tears from those whose tears I’d stolen,
Whose hearts I’d cleft in twain.
Who ruffled their sheets in discomfort beneath the waning moon

shower me in ***** and bury me in excrements
Throw me into the mouth of the roaring fire and feed to me my flaying skin
satiate my thirst with pus oozing from my flesh.
Perish me! Let the lord of the heavens spit upon my soul
And the caricatures in the depths of hell trample over me.
Let the devil embrace me and his legion of demons fornicate with my accursed soul-
For I had not been....Alas, I had never been whole .

The winter blues are rich with gloom,
twisting my heart with apathy.

And perhaps shame too, let it not hide behind the weather.

Is it this dark obsession or some hidden transgression?

All the lessons learned, but failure is all that remains.

What road is left, I cannot see between the flickers of my dwindling flame.