Podne je, kažu zvona.Evo sad će stići i straža.
"Stavite joj okove!"
Grub glas sjekao je usmrdjeli zrak
I odbijao se od plijesnivih zidova tamnice.
Hladan čelik hladio mi je raskrvavljene zglobove.
Istodobno nježno i okrutno.
Izvukli su me iz odaja, kako su to pogrdno nazivali.
Bol mi je sjekla cijelo tijelo, još od jučer,
Ali prihvatih je kao nešto neizbježno.
Napokon smo izbili na trg! Ugledah sunce.
Predivnu užarenu kuglu kako se kotrlja nježnim nebesima.
Vještica! Vještica! Na lomaču s njom! Spalite dijete đavolje!
Pitam se jesu li znali kako ima teške riječi padaju sa usana?
Navikla sam. Golema svjetina okupila se da me osudi na smrt.
Ali zašto? Jer sam voljela...
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Podigao je nježno bijelo gušće pero i uronio ga u crnilo tinte.
"Odlučeno je!"Izgorit ću u suton zajedno sa užarenom kuglom.
Za nju bar postoji Sutra, a sve što je imam je Danas.
Vještica! Vještica! Spalite je! Vikala je zadovoljna svjetina.
Kazahu da mi je vrag pomutio um, da je ušao u me.
Ne poričem. Istina je.Ne znaju samo da je vrag imao ime,
A ono bješe milo pticama i da je imao kosu i oči anđela,taj demon.
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Ali nije volio smeđe oči i kosu boje ugljena.
Nije želio nevinu ljubav i crvene ruže.
Lomio mi je srce, komad po komad.
Boljelo je , ali sam se smijala.
I onda je nakon naših najljepših dana otkinuo posljednji dio.
Ljubav ga je ubola srebrnom oštricom u srce, za koje je sumnjala da postoji za nju.
I ljubav ga je ubila . . . I ja sam ubila ljubav.
Neka ti dani budu ispunjeni ljubavlju što zrači iz ovih stihova, čije ti si nadahnuće.
I neka budu ispunjeni srećom ovih stihova što su poklonjeni nekome tko ih je doista vrijedan . . .
S ljubavlju Ana . . . Za onu što je nosila ime Ljubavi.
Skupljačica
Sanjala sam dijevu u crnom,
U ljetnoj noći lila je suze.
Bila je u zagrljaju smrtnom,
Očiju krvavih od tekuće tuge.
Nije se obazirala na mene,
Bakrene kose djeva.
Šaputala je nečije ime,
Lomeći ga na modrim usnama.
Kraj nje sam sijela,
Na rame ruku joj stavim.
Željela sam biti vila,
Mladoj djevi suze da zaustavim.
A djeva mrtva bila je,
Smrt sama zapravo biješe.
Šaputala je ljubabvi ime,
Skupljajući zaljubljene duše.
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Nymphetamine
Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A 'V' of black swans
On with hope to the grave
All through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones
Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain
So I swore to thy razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again
Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, a vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl
Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt
(Keeping Sodom at night at bay)
Fold to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance out to the moon
As we did in those golden days
Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay
Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your holiness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, a vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
None better
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl
1. Melancholy (Holy Martyr)
Make the sadness go away
Come back another day
For years I've tried to teach
But their eyes are empty
Empty too I have become
For them I must die
A sad and troubled race
An ungrateful troubled place
I see the sadness in their eyes
Melancholy in their cries
Devoid of all the passion
The human spirit cannot die
Look at the pain around me
This is what I cry for
Look at the pain around me
This is what I'll die for
Make the sadness go away
Come back another day
The things I've said and done
Don't matter to anyone
But still, you push me to see
Something, I can never be
Why am I their shattered king?
I don't mean anything
I see the sadness in their eyes
Melancholy in their cries
Devoid of all the passion
The human spirit cannot die
Look at the pain around me
This is what I cry for
Look at the pain around me
This is what I'll die for