FESTAL LIE

I'm cold!
And the recollection
Of your face 
That time before ...
Does not comfort me!


If you might be here!
You exist, though
You are not now
The same ...
Inappropriately mine!


I'm cold!
I do not own
On you
Even that minimum!
I prepared a festal meal
At the table of nothingness!


Merry Christmas, then!
Cheers ... You, unknown!
The wine of tears is freezing ...
I am a hopeless drunken ...
Otherwise I wouldn't look desperate,
This glorious night too,
For your bleeding soul ...

AS PENELOPE

I Blame Thee Not ,
Grim companion fate!
But Thou hast waited for me ...
Waited with patience
To meet me weak!
And then Thou hast nailed me!
I do not accuse Thee;
For so long wove I
Then unravel I faithfully
As beautiful Penelope,
Daughter of the Amyclae's king
Ikarius and of Perivoia...
He was not brave yet 
My Odysseus and did
Never claimed me!
Ηunkered down, he stayed at Calypso's,
That seductive nymph-witch !
And he left me to flounder
Among flirtatious suitors,
Presumptuous uncouth snails,
Who made ​​me hate
The allurments of my body...
I stay alone enclosed up there,
In the comfortable chamber of my soul
To bewail, that I have
Been lost! That I did not wanted
To attempt a flight out of here!
Thou was preying, therefore,
For years , Thou avengeress fate!
My thirsty poor soul
To make bleed, insidiously from within...
I have said it again!
I shall not blame Thee !

CARBONISATION!

Thou threw thy eyes on me ...
I glowed like a goddess!
These unexpected beams! Which instead of absorbing My light, they are emitting it!
Although other-lighted I became through thee bright.
Colourful innocent butterflies;
Well of buzzing May beetles;
They come to be burnt by me.
Instead of this fire ship loss,
Both glorious and carefree,
They crush on my coarse rock,
Or drown in the awful swamp
Of my carnivorous mediocrity...
Stop, then, looking at me!
Stop brightening me ever
With thy dazzling sorrows!
Only by thee shall I be redeemed.
Thy glance wish I to see At my last hopeless breath!
I 'd be carbonized in a 
Final torchbearer flame.
Same our composition Graphite and Diamond ...
I  a Graphite , thou the Diamond!

THE PRICE

Outside it is raining.
I do not sleep.
I work endlessly.
I'm exhausted.
That way I don't think.
That way  I don't remember.
I know now what I mustn't... 
I must not hope.
It must not feel.
Because I hurt you
More then ...
I 'm no longer your life ...
I am your death!
Beloved!
So death should
Hide in the grave,
Rot in the soil.
I ceased to serve  
The beautiful ...
I'm savoring the vinegar
Of my excesses
I pay the price.
Let it be...

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