Goblin glass is full of water,
Stars, flesh and air
Tears are in despair
Gleaming, my eyes’re impaired
How can I compare
This life, a nightmare
To thou shall I share
and thou would not care
My body is living’ bare
standing cold winds of winter
Heart is torn and hammered
but hands won’t be hampered
Let the music play forever
on this wide galactic paper
Let thy venom kill the river
but thou can’t kill the spirit of a writer!





Her hair is long and soft
As it’s keenly placed on her porcelain skin
She loves to show her shoulders off
Like inviting me to sin

She has these perfect eyes
That hide when she smiles
So demure, charming and nice
Oozing with cold fires

Her voice is sweet and lovely
Like those of fairies’
She moves just so fine
How I wish she’s mine

This girl once kissed me
But that time she wasn’t this pretty
Now she became a regret of my yesterday’s life
As she is now my best friend’s wife


Tha last quarter of the moon hides

Some sleeth begin to slide

The stars are deaf, mute and blind

Watching the leaves on their silent glide

the lake whispers lurid words

Out of tune like broken chords

Shinning through the light of moon above

Glistening in every flight of clouds so numb

Repentance is like a lonely night

Long and killing the cold is tight

After the dreaming, counting of sheeps

The dawn will break to cut your sleep