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The Log Hut

The chimney-lamp is twinkling at the window.

And outside the sable forest sleeps.

The watchful eye hangs over snowy meadow.

And black tail-coat of night is tensed through peaks.

Hark! That`s Dark Spirit walking through the woods,

It spreads beyond the timber circle.

Inhale and feel - the snow tulle

Has filled your lungs and tightly curdled.

The globes of eyes dance. The apple crunches -

So green and so gentle, as the poison.

And outside the window the orchard hunches,

Bogged down in the snow, deeply frozen.

Here Paradise is gone and Heaven left.

The Nippy Night reigns over there.

Huge dragonflies are itching in your throat.

Your mind is slowly going blear.

And spasms are squeezing deafly silence.

Life dances waltz on the cutting blade.

The fear and lust crave for the violence.

The sweep of whip.

And you breathe again...

Again you breathe. And taste of blood

Eclipsed the dismay, having left rich heat.

The blood is sweet like heady wine.

The scar is buzzing like a sting.

And life starts throbbing like a fry,

Got to the filled but narrow glass.

And red velvet of hot witchcraft

Makes your shy heart lascivious.

2015

Faith*

Put me to bed

With faith.

Give me the name

of death.

Then, please, sell me

Your soul

For incoming in me

And invasion in me

With your pole;

For my veins stained up

With mud;

For the words in the night

"You are a slut" ;

For abuse in respond

To my kiss;

For my craving after

Your twigs.

Put me to bed

With death.

Give me the name

of faith.

Then save your soul

For my sake.

Word of honour is "No"

We break.

2014

* in Russian variant the author used word "whip" instead of "faith"."

Faith" keeps the rhyme.

Give me

Give me some peace. Give me more than delight.

Give me something like life. Make it deeper than wound.

Healing is worthless. These are things no one can uproot.

My wings are broken. I lose my flight.

Fatigue, pain and snow. Again - sweat. Again - sparks.

Looking under my nails, you find blood and mud.

You are in my thoughts. You are in my life.

I am virgin like Eva. But for you I am a "slut".

Like a strand of hair in the wind I`m out of order.

My heart is your target. You`re holding the gun.

You know, my note is sodden with poems.

But it`s worse that your name is so close to mine.

Give me a dream. Give me more, than the terror

Of the moment I feel gunpoint chill to my head.

I just want to live in a sweet torment,

Feeling the iron of the key, eating the heart in my chest.

The turn of the key ... I have almost survived...

You are welcome to my heart, full of the smoke.

I burned everything... But my love is alive.

Everything has its turn, its joy and its woe.

Your departure. My fire. My answer. Your strike.

2017

No Margarete

Deep madness. I am at gunpoint.

My eyes water. Revenge is just a game.

I became a stranger to my Lord.

To speak more precisely - I have stayed...

The madness is like current in the wires,

It`s like a blade against the neck.

I am all in ice and laughter in the darkness

Of our room, where I forget the shame.

So I undress in front of flickering candle.

You are the Master, who I appreciate.

And I am ready to sleep in burning cradle

For love to be reborn from blinding hate.

The room is dark. And you are absent.

Red-haired, naked I carve the wooden floor -

It used to keep our secret and now it keeps my talent.

You pour salt on wounds. I try to close the door.

Deep madness. Lack of taste. Your lies.

I spit at wounds. Look! I am already gone!

I am indifferent, I swear in your life.

I have crushed

All the feelings,

Crept inside.

2017

Mephistopheles

Whose shot will be louder means nothing to me.

It is more important whose blood we will wash -

You`ll fall from the skyscraper, mon ami.

It will pacify your wild heart with the squash.

Whose tea is unfinished means nothing to me.

I wonder much more what a station you`ll choose

To tread with your weak, faltering steps

To your own fate with intention to lose.

Whose venom was sweeter I`ll never know.

I wanted mine to be killing faster.

So that keen edge of the steel knife

Will open you gates to the Realm of Shadows.

I used to taste you as the love philtre -

The odor of wormwood and the stench of mushrooms.

I`ve left for you some place for mistakes -

The thin thread of life on the conflux of worlds.

I watch you clinging on for your dear life,

I watch your wings so gracefully grow.

You were falling down stabbed with the knife

Into radiation, so fast and so low.

But, my Paradise, when you rise from the dead,

I think you will never ever forgive me.

But I am the aorta of your courage and strength,

And I`ll make you stronger, despite stabs to ruin.

2017

Cruel Reality

Cruel reality embraces with cold pallid wings.

Distances cover the pages of restless life.

I cannot forget the things that I really miss.

As all human limbs are sodden with sorrowful blood.

Cruel reality groans like beasts in the traps,

I am still the same despite new epoch approach.

I am alive. I`m ready to breathe. Suffocate

All the wistful and smoldering hopes that emerge.

2015

The Beasts

The darker the night, the longer the letters.

The shorter the day, the more poignant the tears.

I have always tried to be stronger and better,

Telling the truth and discussing ideas.

I've got tired of waiting, sowing spores into cracks.

I've got tired to pose my inmost pain as the oomph.

I've got tired to pose my weakness as if it`s my strength.

And small hills of victory to pose as high triumph.

The darker the night, the whiter the ashes.

The bitterer the honey, the thinner the saliva.

Releasing my awe and unbearable passion,

I`m cutting my chest, burning runes of survival.

Hark! The fowl convulses. The dark blood is spilled over.

Night is as fast as a deadly shot.

You can see no faces. Only dark grim figures.

Your red dreams will burst like volcanic flow.

My ardent body runs through the cruel rain.