Iulia Velicu, 13 january 2012
I cry out of pleasure
And I get it full
A pool, as a treasure
Or a treasure as a pool?
Putting my eyes at ease,
I realize, it's more than full
Then I decide to freeze
The deep red pool.
Now that's only me and the pool,
I realise time has stopped.
My wonderland turned to be cruel
And the pool started to crack.
I no longer know you
I no longer need to cry
Now what must I do..
So that I could once again fly.
As I tried to walk
I have soon realized
My feet had started to sunk
The pool crystalized.
I have no words to speak.
It's all in my heart
I scream forth, I am not weak!
And so the pool tears apart.
And there the hole has no bottom
In the pitch darkness am tossed
Is it you I had forgotten
Or me who I had lost?
Iulia Velicu, 13 january 2012
In a storm of yellow fallen leaves
A pure snow white doll slowly walks,
She is heading to where the cruel demon lives
Trough a hoarde of majestic black hawks.
With her beautiful innocent dress
Like an angel, among the fallen
Her soul shall soon become a mess
A flower with sweet delicious pollen.
The demon from over a mile away
Sensed her smell and evily grinned
He no longer could wait and stay
And so, his body was blown by the wind.
Humans cursed her and took away thou soul
Lilith.. the forest would whisper
Animals would backwords crawl.
And you wonder, who could help her?
Her body was now an empty vessel
Perfect for the hunt of a demon
She'll scream in death's carousel
Soon be joining the dark legion.
On an empty field they meet
The demon harshly attacks
'A royal way to greet'
Surrounding her, an orb stacks.
'I am Lilith', her voice the demon ignored
'What will happen next i did foresee'
And so the demon gets absorbed
'I am your mistress and forever I shall be.'
Iulia Velicu, 13 january 2012
In a small desolate room
I am sitting all alone
I keep thinking 'soon..'
Knowing he has never shown.
They wanted to torture me,
Took away my heart.
I no longer am free
Nor can I tear apart.
A mirror is standing
Revealing my fears
I can also see them landing..
My crimson red tears.
I am their beautiful puppet
Dressed in a white pure skin
I can hear the deafness of their trumpet
It is me they shall redeem.
Whose puppet am I?
Why is there no one with me?
If i were my master, I'd cry..
Why wouldn't he set me free?
'The world is dangerous.'
The hole started to talk
'I love you, am serious
Therefore you shall be free to walk.'
I look towards the dark hole
My master has come trough the night
I grinned, he gave back my soul
And now I can once again write.
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