Lunar Optics
So sad your earthly heaven And they who pick its fruits They feel the taste of silty knees And kisses of hypocrisy It's pity for the ones Who cry and dream in distance In distance of your empty orbits Where tears rain down We saw the credulous persons Who've picked the fruits of pain In garden of the great love They shine like sour - sweet treason Just dream about Saana full of the acid leaves About the crown of pearls more darker than the trees There is a smell of flowers like waves of purple seas And what concerning pearls? It's only poison tears The warmest palms of stormy evenings Have closed the flowers blossoms Forgive me, girl of joyful sorrow Don't pierce me with your sweetness Beside this I am still watching So sombre thoughts and visions Inside the brightest eyes of wisdom My soul lays naked for no reason
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Deep silence of the candle as an abyss of desire Like rivers stream forward and then back again To feel the favour of death – it is godlike feeling My sister - witch is bleeding the dance in smiles of fire Who has blown off the dust without eternal FEAR Maybe I'll fade in caress of flames, it's oh so NEAR The nights of ardent love have decoyed with a dizzy spells When in the moonlight they've read the verses for each other As eyes shine as cold warmth like the face of the sun It's still strange that the time had not ruined their beauty So whitened waxen face melts away I'll miss you, sister, when the flesh will hide… …Behind the latex…
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Ir ið tiesø gailiuosi að tavæs, nes ðtai Gëla tikroji Tarytum prosenelë atlaidumo kupinom akim raudoja Ðeðëlyje prakeikto lopðio, Nusidëjëlë mana Ir kalba tau apie vaikystæ, nors ji jau tolima Apie tas dirbtines roþes, kurios liepsnoja plaukuose Kaip ydø, skurdo ir tingumo gëlës javuose -Taip, gaila man tavæs dabar, kai ta sena Gëla Apie minèiø tavø tuðtybæ kalba tau Ir apie Gëdà Kuri gûdþia pikta tyla pripildë tavo lûpas! Taip, gaila man tavæs ir ðito purpuro beprasmio Kurs savo spindesiu pridengia sàþinës þaizdas Ir tø papuoðalø vylingom netikrom akim Kurie apjuosia tavo blyðkø kurtizanës kaklà
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
The razor cry is searching for the history of cosmos Opening his bloody eyes to the fetish horizons I surely know there is a bed in hospital of purgatory To melt the snow of endless night that shines for me Oh, let me tear off the burning skin before the fall of time And see the melting lips of dawn in filthy lies Your body as a danger reflects my fantasies They will become the ashes as the SnakeFire S-trips Just feel the communication between the pain and pleasure Between the telepathy of dreams and stolen treasures V And when the Heart-Work licks the rime of night The tongue of flames bleeds all the same The stripping darkness sleeps awhile and opens other door Into the room, where lips of dawn will deadly suck you out That's all…
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026