Reflection

Hi...
Have you ever wondered how disturbing can a reflection in moving waters be?

This is not me. This is not my face.
Do not stare. Do not approach.
It is not safe. It is not real.
I'm scared. I'm terrified.
Where shall this maddened waters push me to?
Unsteady and unpredictable, a slave to their desires.

Do you even recognise me anymore?
I do not.
Help me, I cannot take it.
I plea you don't walk away,
I'm so powerless,
so merciless and cruel...
Save me!

Stop me, before it's too late.
No one has to get hurt in the end, right?
Now Run! -No, you can't abandon me...
Hide! -I've stayed hidden for too long...
The voices, they never stop...
I do not deserve to live. -But I am not guilty yet.
My thoughts are...
What is the meaning of all this anyway?
Dead End -Or?

Maybe we can work this out.
Maybe...
But only if you stayed by my side...

Hi self.

In Distortion I Perish

A borrowed ego or a borrowed body?
Red or black the bets are set.
Tie them tight, it has been said...

"The moment they cherished and in the ashes of them a new world perished."
As if what happened was enough to protect the ones that chose to be lost.
Eyes reflecting lies laid on an infinate struggle, as if crawling through a flame,
to purify, to burn the unnesecities.
Those pests amongst the "people".

And god forbid me to say that i am tempted.
The shadow unleashed shall derive the power of creation,
for the acts and deeds depend on its form.
A valiant wisdom, an art of deception?

Attuned to the rhythm of a fluent projection
Who shall lead? Who shall leave?
"Thou hast seen, thou hast been"
Colours are made of colours
as people are made of sins
and sins are made of people,
manmade illusions to keep us spinning between the lines.
A spider that got caught up in the web of its neighbour
is indeed a sad momentum,
building up a continuation of the most bitter-painted truth.

Depictures life's blossom
What if dreams were not ciggarettes?
gradually turning into ash
piling up layer by layer.
"Enjoy" them while they lead you to a new decadence.

Then find the perfect urn for a life's memorial
and blow it all away when the time comes
if the time ever comes,
in this world freedom rarely lasts...

And I envy,
the gentle breeze of the wind
for it carries the ashes into the far away lands i've hoped for,
but im not allowed to...
I feel it, noone said that I had to understand it too.

And if i say i was never tempted to,
I would be a liar
So carry them away...
The places, and the roles of this play have been given.
After all what are we?
If I answer it would be an act of folly, a fools reply
and if i did not, a coward would I be called.
Heros are fools they say,
brainwashed puppets in the hands of masterminds.
All those fights for the ash,
of an anon's dream? - a piece of land.
Missing the breeze that melts and soothes the pain of existance.

Bend me into the given shape, if you can,
thinking does no good after all.
I could believe you if i chose to,
the art of deception...
It can hide true colours, can distort the picture
and in there I can blend in
Distort me...
A farewell to the wind, which i was not allowed to travel with...

Pondering

Pondering is an infinate sea of arguments.
Arguments are contradictions.
They contradict what it has been said.
Contrast between differences.
A bridge between two worlds.
And our world is made out of words.
A word is a picture, but a picture is one thousant words.
Not all is reveiled.
Not knowing the hidden mercies of our adversaries, not knowing it's our own selfs we fight.
An inaccurate calculation of the future where dreams and hopes sow their seeds.
The mathematics of a heartache, the possibilities of guilt, but most of all the pain...
I miscalculated...

Top 7 Pick Up Lines

"Do you have a map? I got lost in your eyes..."

"Zaxaroplastis itan o pateras sou? Ise toso glikia..."

"Hey babe, are you tired? Cause you have been running wild in my dreams all night."

"Kleftis itan o pateras sou? Epidi eklepse ola ta asteria tou ouranou ke ta vale sta matia sou."

"Are you from Tenesi? Cause you are the only ten I see."

"Are you ok...? Are you sure? Cause I've seen you falling from the sky, angel..."

"Did you just fart? Babe, you blew me away..."

Just Give Me Some Christian Sexism

"Η ΜΟΡΦΗ ΤΗΣ ΨΥΧΗΣ ΕΧΕΙ ΤΗΝ ΜΟΡΦΗ ΝΕΟΥ ΑΝΤΡΑ 30 ΜΕ 32 ΧΡΟΝΩΝ. Αυτο ισχυει και για τους αντρες και για τις γυναικες. Οι γυναικες ειναι ο απολυτος πειρασμος και το καλυτερο οπλο του εωσφορου. Γι'αυτο απαγορευεται η παρουσια της στο ΑΓΙΟ ΟΡΟΣ. Ειναι η αιτια για τον ξεπεσμο του ανθρωπινου ειδους. Οτι κανει ο αντρας το κανει για να ανεβει στα ματια της γυναικας, κανωντας παρανομιες, εγκληματα, εξαπατα ανθρωπους, συνεργαζεται με τον διαολο, πουλαει την ψυχη του σ'αυτον προκειμενου να πετυχει τον στοχο του, να αποκτησει δοξα και εξουσια. Αν δεν υπηρχε η γυναικα ο αντρας θα συμπεριφερονταν τελειως διαφορετικα."

A Coward's Bloody Rose

And death shall be the sweetest poison
for my name shall remain unknown.

A cursed life have I chosen,
of a lost lifetime the sour wine I have tasted
and doomed myself to crawl among the strangers.

Twisted is our nature,
the night's dark veil our only guardian
and its creatures we call family.

My time has yet to come.
But my poor fabled soul has awakened.
No, it cannot be.
This melody and the white rose.
Haunting memories of the realm of innoscence.
I cannot restrain myself any longer.

What a majestic moment,
but I shall not witness my victory.

All that shall be left of me,
a coward's bloody rose...

Stairway to Infinity

Kathome edo sto andro tis akolasias mou ke agnantevo to keno, osa perasane mesa stin rapsodia mias stigmis, mias mikris zois.

Somehow words are never enough,
somehow the meaning gets lost in translation.
Anyone can read words,
the difficult part is reading the silence.
Most people are afraid of the dark,
so few seek its guidance,
so few find its wisdom.
The dark is the unseen,
the silence the unspoken.
The beauty of seeying what your eyes can't see.
To perceive what all your sences fail to.
Infinity.