Benighted-Mask

In a circle of fire with two waterdrops as eyes to be standing never to get out your every step to be a half always and again to bring you back to the center not to be burned by the fire your eyes not to dry and to look beyond the flames from the circle beyond rain to be falling the stars in a full of stone sea and in you to be stabilized the if and if you would take the step outside and if your eyes would dry and if the sea would drown you your step would be a half bringing you to the center always and again not to burn

Σε ένα κύκλο από φωτιά με δυο σταγόνες για μάτια να στέκεσαι έξω να μην βγαίνεις να είναι το κάθε σου βήμα μισό πάντα και πάλι να

One last One that will last last, please hold my head hurts, it hurts shadows , me I can't remember why why all fades dark, black time can't make it the point I tried to make and that knot it burns like fire my hands choke, write, hold can't stand this light take me take it that was my last at last, take me I can't please I can't no breathe!

Άγρυπνη νύχτα σαν αυτήν που ήρθε και θα έρθει ξανά και κάθε φορά θα περιμένει μια μέρα μεγάλη γεμάτη με καθετί που σε μεγαλώνει

Με ένα ταβάνι να κινείται προς τα κάτω κάθε φορά που δεν κοιτάζω, κοροιδεύοντας με, να μου μοιάζει πως γίνεται υγρό και θα στάξε

Making fairytales for kids to believe them a bit to make me forget again to put on my armor to fight in a castle to be tall To crawl no more to cough my every breath no more to remember the nights no more Making fairytales for kids to be carried by the Phoenix to dance with elves to drink around a fire to breath flames to fly To walk for no reason no more to be hurt with words no more to take care during nights not to lose myself no more Making fairytales for kids to be the prince the wizard to stop living by Making fairytales.

Φτιάχνοντας παραμύθια για παιδιά να τα πιστέψω λίγο να ξεχαστώ ξανά να φορέσω την πανοπλία μου να πολεμίσω σε ένα κάστρο να εί

Writing in black you forget the color of your voice how you would say what you write what body thoughts would take you learn in absence you learn the absence you simply know how to forget... Words are not anymore void on a colorfull background but colored cuts on a void, an absence cuts of thoughts cuts on thoughts cracks that create the image... Everything flows simply as if nothing was holding the images and the sight scares you as if it is strange to you you are scared of yourself you are scared for yourself you forget the color and the thought... From the cracks flows everything you tried to feel because you write w

My deserts made of dead dreams if dreams can ever die barren lands in me my mind twists and breaks only to find a way to live(leave) again be sane again my deserts made of shattered lies lies that kill me slowly lies that keep me safe Because lies are powerfull they become dreams as dreams become lies when I erased the line between knowing their essence is one dancing in me keeping me sleepless cause I said this and I did that scratching the ground tirelessly in my deserts searching for reasons wounding my mind beyond what she can repair even if she does her best keeping me away from me My deserts made of desperat

Sleepless memories so many different pieces pieces that I remember to forget images torn pictures wasted corrupted noises with so many details but I am careless to recall Hurtless melodies so few dying wishes wishes that I forget to remember strings rusted cords broken worn sights with so few emotions but I am careless to recall The rest is just... life...