it feels...You listen to all the details, nuances, play of sounds. It is exciting, sad, and soothing at the same time.it feels... by selfOblivion
The melody flows like water, like alive trembling stream wrapped in clear, cool morning air. It's like the last hour in a long distance train before you make a step on the platform; cold seats of empty stadium, which was full of sounds and colors a day before; foliage soaked in mist and light in a deserted alley; a free fall in a slow motion; a warm hand on the cold cheek in October wind; a shimmering water splash flying up into the air from the creek.
It's like to dive right to the bottom and listen to yourself, being in appeasement; to jump into embrace to share your love and then leave forever; to close an umbrella in purpose to get wet in the rain, feeling with the skin how drops patter on it; to smile sighing, and did not utter the words unsaid, endlessly repeating them to yourself; to stand in the middle of a whirlwind of leaves during leaf fall.
The crowI can see my old friend in the dark coat, it will be such a foolish end.The crow by selfOblivion
I'm suffocating and I'm barely breathing.
I can't move, rusty blood filled my throat. Oh dear Death, how to understand,
Deal with emptiness of human being?
I don't feel anything, humans. Who would knew? Now I'm the one of you.
My despite carried away all the pain.
You'll pass by, walk away, looking through,'cause I'm weak now too.
You don't see, I'm for you just a gore stain.
I was pecking life, dug my claws into souls. I was looking to hollow eyes,
Carried the smell of decay on my torn tail.
I was watching, exploring with no control - superstition ghost from the skies,
Laughing, hid myself into a fog veil.
I was curious what it's like not to fight. Now I'm the one of you.
My black feathers are matted with blood.
No deny with that moment I ended my flight. I'll arise, I'll cut hell pit