To My Fallen Angel... |
nepoznatim putem noc me ova povelau mracnu ulicu muzika vetra zavelaa ulica je, sasvim tiho, tvoje ime nosilaStojim...Bosim nogama hladan asfalt milujem,toplim obrazom sivilo dodirujem,Sta je ispod?Ja...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 18:16:00 GMT |
What Good? |
What good is my face,..
If I've got no one to look at it?
What good is my voice,
If I've got no one to hear it?
What good is my skin,
If I've got no one to touch it?
What good is my blood,
If I've got...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 09:05:00 GMT |
Zhelim |
zhelim zhutu podmornicui zeleno morechudnovata ostrvai sharene snove
zhelim samo svoje nebona njemu mesec shto sjai da jednom, makar na trenshvatim gde se to nalaziim ja?
Posted by on Sat, 18 Aug 2007 04:46:00 GMT |
There Is Nothing Left... |
There's nothing left in life, but holow existence... A black hole that devours everything that gets in it's way to oblivion...Everything that was once sacred and what we once cherished is now los...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Aug 2007 06:01:00 GMT |
Why |
Why do we all have things of past that we can never let go?
why do we hold on to those moments and people like they're all we have?
why can't we just let go?
are we who call ourselves humans cursed to...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 11:02:00 GMT |
Something Inside |
There's something deep insidebreaking, turning, ripping, burning.No more tears, just hopeless sighingfeels like part of me is dying...again...
I guess I'm dying insideone piece at a time.
The more I f...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 04:24:00 GMT |
High Philosophy |
trenutak iskusenjau proslosti doveo je domonotonije stvarnostii harmonije vremena...Najbolje je drzati jezik za zubima.
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 04:23:00 GMT |
Koliko (unfinished) |
koliko cu jos putana sebe dici rukudok ne shvatim da nestone da mi da umrem?
nesto me vucenesto drzi me ovdenesto ne da mi da krenemcak ni korak napred
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 04:21:00 GMT |
I Wonder What More Will Fuck Me Up Today... |
I wonder what more will hit me today?
It's morning,My cell-phone died,I ran out of coffee,I have just one more cigarette,Now, what other pleasures of life do I have left?
I see the sun rising,I hear t...
Posted by on Fri, 25 May 2007 18:42:00 GMT |
Shadows |
When shadows come tonightAnd cover my faceTheir graceful darknessI shall embrace.
When the screaming deamons within me,Rip my soul apart,there will be nothing left but silence......and the stillness o...
Posted by on Mon, 21 May 2007 00:54:00 GMT |
