Banshee

Banshee

Love —
rain on my face,
rain in my heart.

Dumb pain.Sunrise.I melt
into the black
of heart.

No sorrow.No escape.
Alone —
the cross,
the naught.

Red dew in my palms.
Am I just asleep?
I wished —
but have I found it?
Why is nothing left in me?

Blood is in demand
for a public show.
When crime becomes the rule
you pay the price you owe.

Do what they’re telling you.
Lie when they say “lie.”
It doesn’t depend on you —
you were born
just to die.

But where is such a place
to hide from prying eyes?
At the crossing of all ways
I scream to deaf blue skies.

No answer —He is dead.
The price
of peace of mind.
I no longer need your hand.

But where are you?
Felt behind?

Примечание

Текст написан в 1994–1995 годах для метал-проекта Unshaded.
По стилистике ориентирован на альтернативный и groove-metal середины 1990-х с элементами индустриальной и фрагментарной поэтики.

Публикуется как архивный материал; английский текст слегка отредактирован для языковой целостности при сохранении оригинальной структуры и образности.