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Oblivion

back then, when I was touching you

in one single moment, I saw your soul naked

before that, I tried gently to peel off layer by layer, one at a time

layer of lies, layer of truths, layer of pains, layer of egos and alter-egos

layers of the very you

eventually I could get through inside, and it was a terrifying view

so deep, so abysmal, so painful, so infinite, so dark

well, perhaps that's love - right there at the bottom, 

which cannot be reached by any ordinary means

I could just see and feel it for a tiny little moment

less than a second at the bottom of the truth

 

despite the pain it brings,

there's a room for compassion and a need to comfort you

as your suffering is fully understood

a hug for your naked soul, so fragile and unreachable

hidden under a facade of massive loss and consequent unspeakable pain

but I'm afraid

I'm scared like a little kid lost in a maze

I'm scared to see you real

I'm scared to see me real 

therefore, I'm running away as far as I can get and further on

to the land of Oblivion

Němá láska

těsně se míjíme, jak život ubíhá

kolik že slov jsme si nestihli říct? 
malý kus sebe si vědomě upíráš

abychom nechtěli, nechtěli víc

slovy se neplytvá, není jich dost 
mlčky se milujem přes vzdálenost

z šuplíku - napsáno v červenci 2022

Immoral

psyche at the bottom of my brain

shortly in outrages pain

when everything seems in vain 

the world collapsed into an abyss 

but only to grow from ashes like the Phoenix again

to heal one android quite paranoid 

shot out to the orbit of distorted reality

a scar is getting formed slowly

deep in the cerebral grey cortex

as morality fallen down quickly

the values have been broken

and there's no guard to secure that treasure

it's just us, so imperfect & faulty

thinking about childhood

those few punishments for misbehavior

just to find out where the fuck guilt is coming from

is it human being's nature or is it learned?

release that firm grip, hon

we've slid one hell of a ride - no doubt 

but a corrective process has already started

while Life's never stopped

it's been - at the end - pretty ridiculous

Slzy

když smutek zabalíš do krásy

slza se po tváři loudavě kutálí

druhá zastaví se o řasy

třetí se na chvíli usadí v povzdálí

čtvrtá je důkazem, jak moc jsi citlivá 

pouť končí v koutku úst

tam kde se celý svět na tebe usmívá