Pain..

The lady of the wolf is in pain,

For she can’t escape from reality,

When the moon is crescent and it increases her pain,

For every gaze at it reminds her of the agony,

A misery so deep that her wolves howls,

With every touch of her hand that suppose to bring joy,

Where has all the happiness went?

Seems like only yesterday she make treads of silver stars,

The galaxy united over her gentle trotting by the woods,

Today she’s in pain,

A pain so deep that bruised her veins,

When she can no longer do anything but weep,

In a dying agony of a disbeliever,

Howling to the bleak crescent moon above…


Novenia – 22.07.2011 – 20.03

On The Edge

I suppose I am outraged by envy,
When worthiness has no longer worth the fight,
I dream of sinking myself in blood,
My own blood dripping from my veins..

The pulsating thumps of the heart,
That goes weaker by the loss of red,
Slowly losing grip of the near nothingness,
Until darkness overcome light and all is still..

Novenia – 22.07.2011 – 19.48