Roxana Breazu

Spread across the sky my infinite wings, Engulfing time, so that I come, where it begins… Enveloping my heart in wondrous mysteries… Again I taste the bitter of silver memories… At night bathed

Your perfect skin It’s perfect pain I’d crush the ends Of this wasting game Your perfect skin Is no mistake This perfect fire For heaven’s sake Erase its memory I’d face you with my

I felt I could escape from this world And find peace in your arms But your arms are the arms of death Don’t tempt me No, I live for you There’s never been a me There’s never been another

He’s burnt the witch Her crafts, he’s hangged, Her poisons itch, Her soul is dammed. Lips moist with venom Caressed his smooth mouth, He tastes the bitter, She tastes the drought. Eyes

Caged souls, for it is destiny That we should never part, The soft unfold of reverie We’ve carried through the dark… The moonlight shades a lonely tear Its glow pale and serene, And you are

Your skin crumbles and I fold My blinded ration, obstinate Inside his arms, he tastes like mould We share this sin, misshaped my part Nothing but slick mischief Staining her innocence, what

Let us rejoice at the thought Oh beautiful, bent mortal You’re worth our heed, your worth is gold Receding through the portal Savagely bit, embedded lies Do dwindle your perceptions Lying

Lovely face The mouth like a hole The soul on the whole Tainted fruit Staring eyes, wild glare Recycled features… Pale as my corpse Riding on a horse Towards the east The horizon’s

Restrain a smile, there’s no room for joy Be happy you are loathed and mocked Within this corpse I’ve found my toy And yet inside him I am locked Oh grizzled sun that sighs his shine She’s

Where no glamour would I seek Sour eyes meet in a swamp Agony is slowly shrinking Leaving heart skin to revamp Scurrying over my flesh Blaring out into my face All the truths that have no

Create no more, creation less Devoid and conceited, One should now learn how to repress Admit myself defeated And if they’d ever come to ask For his love or devotion Should I have done my

It was cold Night crawled upon the shoulders… Of the dusty hill The fog crept silently Pacing upon the moist grass… He stood there, alone, Fighting his demons, rioting… Against the heavy

It is forbidden that we dream, When others see and loathe thy charm, Yet visions blurry and divine, Come in our sleep but do no harm… Enchanted fluid, rooted in young heart, Rotten white bone

I’m lingering to your skin I’m threads of rosy flesh I’m locks of tarnished veil I’m yours when hopes are dim… I’m murky blemished feather I’m skull of newborn iris I’m rush of crimson

I adore what rips me open The wound that poised my soul And death its cradle mute, And should I part with you, We’re parted from before time, And now I bleed my tears Like pure drops of

May we forever see the trees in blossom And through the golden fields undaunted stream Our spirit is endowed and grateful, And bows to one unspoiled dream… And should the leaves carry our

Je suis la captive d\'un amour très maladif donnez-moi les épreuves ma conscience est si jeune nourrir les espérances sa douceur attache à sa vengeance quittez votre place j\'ai besoin de

Ma vieille dame dans laquelle je cherche Toujours grâce et amour Pendant les années de mon enfance Vous m\'avez entourée chaque jour Les pierres grises et imposantes Qui font la forteresse de

As beautiful as a baby Lying between white velvet cushions Heavy curls float over ivory cheeks Deep eyes blending to celestial chaos Warm womb As beautiful as the new unfolding day Tenderly

I linger to what was rightfully mine, A thread of flesh, a stain of scarlet ray, The taste of tainted fruit, at times, Should alter you, yet one could say Not kindness he may give when asked, A

Such innocence, such smile, it all could mean deceit, But, to his praise, the grace he held, And unaware of his being under spell, He deemed it shallow, when she deemed him forfeit… A lace of

Golden tears of the sun, Golden sunbeams of his eyes What sweet madness has begun All is lost but paradise… Silky butterflies of light Dark may come, I fear not Drawing rainbows out of

One moonlit night, fast asleep The verdure in its cradle, While frozen motes of earth encroached, Sigh at the Gods betrayal… They awed in silence at their bond, On spirit vowed to