• Poetry

    Poem: Godless




    Tell me something death,
    Are you happy with your job,
    Aren’t you tired of the complaints?

    I’ve seen you take away from me everything,
    One by one,
    But not only you,

    Tell me, something gods,
    Aren’t you tired of stopping me from filling my void?
    Am I that big of a threat to you?

    I am falling,
    Into the depths of soul-crushing colors,
    And I can’t leave or hold on to anything,

    In the shallow, the shallow mud
    I raise my head, with a smile that seems dead,
    Still I walk, still, I reach out my head,

    To the gods that can’t hold themselves back from my realm,
    Beware, beware of the stare that is following you,
    The life that is a threat to you

    Beware of the godless god, the shallow husk of a being
    That still lets the colors roam free,
    And makes everything free

    In this modern world,
    I can feel the blood boiling inside of me,
    My ancestry is behind me

    I died once, and will die once more,
    And when I die heaven and earth will hear a roar,
    While the underworld will personally see,
    What fear is for me

    You cursed my soul,
    You made my way a sin,
    And now I will come for you,
    I will burn you from within,

    Into the deep end, I am not drowning,
    I am diving in where people couldn’t even see,
    Godless and sober, I come for you.


  • Poetry

    Poem: Beloved Brother

    As the light faded from the sky,
    In the wind there was a cry,
    People standing around you,
    There was nothing I could do,

    Through the silver streams of my golden dreams,
    I could not see, I could not tell,
    Where you good, or did you not feel so well?
    You always hid it so well,

    Under the snow I saw you glow,
    You smiled, my fallen brother
    And for me there won’t be another,
    I don’t regret nor I forget that you took the road with me,

    To this memories I will hold,
    And with your blessing I will go,
    To pass the line we once planned to cross,
    And although the road I must walk alone,
    I can not tell, if I will end it without you so well,

    And where the road takes me,
    I am not able to tell,
    We walked all this way,
    But on this day I will have to bid you farewell.

    Many places I have seen,
    Too many sorrows I have seen,
    Many things I lived through,
    But then I still had you.

    Written by Srdjan Solkotovic