The black shadow in our home, a man we all wanted dead, someone you are supposed to love, a monster by the name of dad. Why would i choose someone like you? I know i’m not completely sane, but i’ll guard the ones i love, and promise you won’t cause more pain. I do know…


I don’t belong to you. Not now, not then, not ever. I don’t care for you, and it will stay that way forever. I despise your feelings, those you have for me. I don’t fall in love with people, and different i refuse to be. I hate human beings, this is how it always starts….


The crows are hunting a little white cat, right above your head. I see you looking at the moss, stone and a bridge, but you never look up. If you stare madly enough, you will see the death. I see you dead, you see me mad. My brain is free, and i feel, how Satan…


She goes to bed to die, but she wakes up blind. They imitate her eyes, but can’t activate her mind. A smell of the brain, and a sound of a wheelchair. Men gazing at the Sun, while women sign in creepy choir. Filling papers, changing sheets, pretending sane, unable to speak. She wears white dress,…


The unusual hello led us in the woods. I saw the zoo,the circus and the plays. You saw no trees, no path and no bench. We found a lair and set us free, They found the bodies and declared us dead.


There was a wine on the table, There were people on the bench. There was a smile on their faces, There was a love in the air. There was a past in her heart, There was a future, in his mind. There were buses in the streets, There was her with him again. There was…


Voljeti ne želim te, u ljubav ne vjerujem. Bol samo priželjkujem. San potreban mi je, samo tmina zaštitnik. Kiša nek sjeća te. Sati su dugi, kažeš, moji su neizmjerivi. Prestaješ me poznavati. Zaboravio si tko si, postaješ njihov. Zavodiš truplo. Premrtva za smrt, Premračna za jutro, Preslaba za grad. Ne daj da se probudim, uzeli…


I bojim se voljeti ga, obgrliti ljubav njegovu. Želim željeti umrijeti. Voli me, a ne volim se. I mrzim ljubav njegovu, previše lagana u pogledu, previše sretna. Poseban, jedini koji riječi ne uživa, moj jedini bio je. Progutao ga je grad, svijetao postao je. Njegovu bol, šutnju i suze trebam, no svoje želim više. I…


Svaki san završava, svaka nada izgubljena biva. Ne pričaju, samo spavaju, sve do onda, do odlaska, do povratka, na pučinu. Zvijezde pristaju, brodovi nestaju. Njemu sve počinje, u njoj sve umire, tamo u daljini, tamo u dubini, zna netko ne pati, na pučini. I kada vrati se, zna da nestat će, novo jutro, stare suze,…