Deep-pression

New Moon

I showed them a piece of the universe,

I showed them a piece of a scar,

Where the colours were the most meadowlike,

All stories start somewhere, usually ending nowhere,

Don’t believe! Act!! (Even if it’s poor acting,)

Leave the footprints,

Leave them on a new moon.

Glacial Sun

Cold blue suns hide

Beyond burning horizons,

My eyes stare at the wastelands,

And I listen to skeletal wings

Of hungry birds, fluttering in grey clouds

Above the cold rocks,

Frozen rivers of insanity floating

Down the spine of this fucked-up reality,

We welcome the skies

While embracing dead corpses,

In the mud

Cold blue lies…

On the coldest top I am perched,

It is the highest one!

A great falling-downwards has started,

Magnificent sunsets cry in my chest,

I open my veins on the hill

Under the glacial sun and frozen vultures…

Snow on a Bone

Flickering with silver lights,

Making sound (in my mind),

Snowflakes, invaders from the sky,

Our uniforms are wet

And it’s going to get cold,

Lightning is on the horizon,

Trees fall down with noise,

We crawl in frozen mud

Covered with the first wintry snows,

Wounds are pink, without pain when

The whole body is embraced by cold,

When no more is the soul

And the mind is just a greedy, scared organ

Making a mess of its muscles,

We sleep in the trenches,

Starlit skies…

Above, and lastly,

The last thing I saw,

I can’t swear,

But it was snow on a bone.

Dead to the Bone

She is in the air

Smelling through moisture

And the last evening’s thoughts

Left in the area

Where no wind blows,

Dead-water brings no life

Drowned in colourless oceans,

Sorrows breed,

Shadows rise,

Motionless limbs,

Pale, almost grey

On death-cold ice.

Based on the lyrics by "RH-"