This blog is about "Sunkmanitutanka Nagi". I hope he will see.


Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence. And though admittedly such a thing has never happened, still it is conceivable that someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence certainly never.
F.Kafka "The Silence of the Sirens"

24/5/08

The Schizo Girl

Someone told that she wasn't she...
Someone never told that she was either person...
Someone crying for her...someone laught and lied...
Someone druged her by poisoning her veins...
Someone saw her talking...to the woods and the trees...
Someone told she killed...someone...a minute long ago...

But she wasn't there at all...
But she couldn't let them call her...

She couldn't smile, cry, laugh, die...
She couldn't miss her latest lie...

Anything but a crazy doll...
No more than the dreadfull shadows...
No else than her ancient rhimes...
Apart from this, she really killed...
Her lonely inner side!

She was that Schizo Girl,
the one that persons would like to hide...

14/5/08

For She...

Lovely, long ago, she once sounded odd..
People passed along and she just thought!
"What could they turn myself onto?"
"To which wish they'd force me to?"

And then, she walked!
To the stars, to the see, to the Inner Me!
And you, and she and he...
And all here are we...
Sad, happy, crambling and falling...

And then, she walked again!
On the roses that covered the World!
And her footsteps turn to blood...
Those feet full in pain...
This heart...full of stains...

A girl followed her and wiped the blood...
She healed her wounds...
She turned the pain into lust!
She touched the girl for one more thought..
And in her arms...She started falling...

Falling from the stars..
Crashed the pavement...
And felt his hand...

Under her skin...
Splitting coldest death...
In her bones, in her heart...
Drinking her very own blood...
And feeding his lusty teeth in girly flesh...

And back in the corner again!
The punished student was forced for him...
Wippin the air and drying the thoughts...

In life and back!
In sea...in wind...in she!

And TURN! In him...
And FALL! For him...
And LUST! For him...
And BLEED, and CRASH, and SMASH your fucked-up head...

and live no more....for she...

5/5/08

Here

And I'm still here...
Waiting for thorns to scatter my soul...
My body full of piercings, each and every hole covered with skinny flesh...

And I'm still here...
Waiting for you to purchase my broken hopes..
Loving you was never worthy at all, loving you was a pain in the heart..

And I'm still here...
Covering my pain with laugh and drink!
Covering my soul, unable to protect it...

And I'm still here...
Hanging from a tree, waiting for it's brach to cut...
Waiting for the fall...

Of a star...of a dream...

And I'm still here...

But you are not...

(**She speaks the words that I can hear**)