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The Bloody Glow

Dear Tom, when I heard

the passionate breath of your heart,

I understood that love

was dedicated to you as well.

The newborn future

fell in love with your gaze,

dark as an empty night,

as vast as a deaf and dumb horizon.

Tom, when I felt your breath

on my heart for the first time,

I knew that you were

dedicating this freedom to me.

Today I witness life

trying to break free from your soul.

I know you don't understand love.

I know your heart is heading

in the opposite direction.

However, I believe

that the dawn will come soon enough.

I hope that one evening

you will hear a cry for help.

Yes, you will be immersed in

a lie that will be a daydream.

Tom... Lonely, hurt Tom...

Before you close the heart forever,

appreciate the bloody glow

of the rising sun,

realize the beauty that has shown

you the wrong path.

Terrifyingly Homeless

Tom, why didn't love

find its way into your heart?

Why is the suffering

that delights your thorny soul

so grand today?

Tom... Can you hear

the whisper teasing

your memories?

I know all you wanted

was solitude.

Your dreams, born by chance,

leave stains on your cold soul.

I want to take this soul

in my arms, savor its every sigh,

fall in love with

its burning kisses.

Tom, your memories

die peacefully, thrown down

by the sky to the very bottom.

Only your body,

terrifyingly homeless,

keeps you going.

But I know that one evening

you will shake off the shadow

from your shoulders,

sit among the stars

and realize that you had to

wait for life to find you.

Please, wrap your arms

around me, give me

sleepless, beautiful kisses.

A Beautiful Heart

Tom, when I heard the whisper

of your footsteps

on the other side of this wall,

when the meaning of

your impatient thoughts

dawned on me,

I understood.

I realized that life means

loneliness for which

there is no antidote.

Tears, especially beautiful

this morning, glisten in the light

of the rising sun.

Tom, your heart's steps

are unusually uncertain today.

The soul, trapped in

a too delightful body,

looks for another way to escape.

Even though I don't know

the reason for your melancholy,

I know one thing.

When you dream of

your own time,

when drowsiness fills

the silence, you let

your damaged memory die.

The future, resurrected

at an ill-time, will give relief

to ungrateful hope.

Tom, I will bring you

the most beautiful stars,

borrowed from the local sky.

I will give you a blue pitcher

to drink from.

And then the last dream

will fade away, the seed

that could give a beautiful harvest

will die.

Tom, let me take care

of your wounds.

Help me understand how

such a beautiful heart cannot love...

Feeling Too Much

Tom, can you hear the sun's ray

rustling in your still living heart?

Do you know how long

this journey took for me

to find your lost loneliness?

I asked you for too much.

You couldn't give me tears,

you couldn't dedicate the fear

of the end of this noisy

but so empty story.

But I knew you had to fall asleep

while the stars were trapped

in the night sky, while the universe

was knocking at the open door.

Tom, fire in the fireplace

is bouncing happily,

your heart is filled with

eternal ice.

Why, why can't you break away

from suffering?

Why does fear give you satisfaction?

I know, Tom, you're scared.

You're afraid of yourself.

Please don't run away from tears,

don't bypass the longing of love.

I promise that sometimes

it's worth feeling too much.

The Wings of Melancholy

Tom, can you hear the sigh

of the wings of melancholy?

Do you feel how many tears

are needed to find

this one path?

All you have seen so far

are just a few lonely sunsets,

a few sleepless mornings

that threaten to make you lonely.

I can hear your heart

speeding up.

I know you're scared,

but your fear is dictated by the sky

being too far away.

Tom, believe in my dreams.

I would like to dedicate to you

a few beats of my heart,

an echo of a whispering soul.

Can you hear

the crimson stars falling

with a crash?

Loneliness has turned your time

into stone.

Memory, too painful to exist,

prevents us from seeing the future.

Tom, let me kiss your tears,

as beautiful as the first spring dawn,

as bitter as the truth sold.

It's Worth Loving

Tom! Dear Tom... Why did you abandon

your solitude so early?

Why did you hastily leave

the scarlet, timorous wind?

You're leaving because

your last dying star woke you up.

That evening you cried

painfully and bitterly.

When I look into the depths

of your eyes, I see the echo

of my soul.

The shadow that brutally lied

to you is not conducive

to eternity today, it does not conflict

with the truth.

It was pain, this terrible suffering

that made you abandon

your unfaithful tear,

that made you defy happiness.

Tom, I'm begging you,

your broken heart,

your heart without its shine.

Let the solitude that saved you

show us 

the right path to remembrance,

to memories sunk

in the lethargy of illusion.

Even if you don't know it,

I want your freedom,

I need your grace.

The echo of our crying

will mark your longing for

what is insignificant but so powerful.

Tom, share your loneliness

with me, and I will prove to you

that sometimes it's worth loving.

Your Delicate Thoughts

Tom, I feel the echo of

your black and white melancholy

in my heart.

I hear the sound of kisses

on my thin skin.

Your fear, which you fuel with

the whisper of your senses,

interferes with the silence

I want to give you.

I don't want reality to hurt

your delicate thoughts.

I don't want loneliness to enter

my cursed soul.

Tom, come back to me

in the same dream

you brought me in a bygone era.

White birds of your hands

will never fly to the sky

because they are afraid

to leave the Earth.

Your shadow-loving loneliness

is in love with the tears

you secretly cherish.

Tom, please, once I fall asleep,

kiss my heart goodbye and touch

my desires I leave here for you.

One sleepless evening,

I will understand how close

you were to loving me forever.

The Black Curtain

Tom... Tell me about your daydream.

Did the sleepless silence

that trapped your burning soul

remind you of your bleeding past?

Can you hear the void

asking for a moment of respite?

Has the pain we felt taught

you humility and distance?

You are knocking on the door

of hell again, condemning yourself

to a distance so bottomless

that the most beautiful dream

cannot understand it.

Tom... Your heart, so beautiful

despite suffering, overpowers the era

in which you had to be born.

Tears, too heavy as usual, soak into

your overflowing conscience.

Misunderstood for all eternity,

you had to find your way back.

The roadside you were heading down

split in half.

The distance, peering out

from behind the black curtain,

defies a broken soul.

I don't want beauty to divide us.

I don't want dreams to fill us.

I want your death to also be mine.

Like Forgotten Kisses

Tom... Did you know your heart

has a very important story to tell?

Will the whisper

tearing at your soul

overcome the vastness that you

do not want to become a part of?

The afterglow that burns

in your face

is nothing like solitude

you are running away from.

Words born in your tears

are too delicate

to withstand this wind,

to move the stone of the past

you feel in your soul.

Tom, your blood, so painfully bright,

is the glow of the dawn

that lulls my senses,

that loves your melancholy.

I know how much it costs to lie,

but your fear is so dreamlike

that you don't understand

your own desires.

Tom, in you I see my time,

in you I feel the shadow with which

I wrap myself like forgotten kisses.

Please, stand up and show me

how beautiful solitude can be.

A Tear on Your Cheek

I don't know these paths

along which an echo

of your naughty whisper walked.

I don't understand ideas

that were born thoughtlessly,

which wanted to make you

part of this world.

No, don't run away from

your own silence.

Don't try to love

when you are betrayed by longing.

Instead of the warm breath,

insomnia has given you a night

so deep that you can't hear

your own illusions.

Tom, as long as I love you, the shadow

will not break into your tears.

The star, raised from ashes

by your soul, is secretly in love

with your sadness.

I know, Tom, you're too lonely

to understand the power of

spring storms.

Yes, your future was so beautiful

I could show you love.

Unfortunately, your heart burned

like a tear on your cheek.

Your Mortal Sleep

Tom! Your mortal sleep

has neither beginning nor end.

Your soul, created in pain,

needs the light

that was extinguished many years ago.

The body, incredibly lonely,

is saturated with bitter melancholy.

Tom, you needed freedom,

but all you got were

a few sleepless tears,

a few words that made you

lose your mind.

The distance that presses

the abandoned heart

is just a delusion that your screams

cannot overcome.

You touch illusions

with sensitive fingers and bring

the bleeding sky to your lips.

Tom, why did you leave paradise

to plunge into the depths

of loneliness?

Why did your soul

hide on the other side of

the world so that you would

understand that it is not enough

to dream to love?

Even though you are,

your heart is already sold

to innocent blood.

Tom... Your words lack the light

you were looking for

in the embrace of the night sky.

Thoughts dried up,

abandoned halfway.

A Lifelong Sleep

Tom! Please,

hear the whisper of loneliness.

Bend over your heart,

which you have convicted to

a lifelong sleep.

Please, get up and look out

the window - eternal winter

begins there.

This is the night

that has found a safe haven

in your silent soul.

You stand at the beginning of

the way back, but you are afraid

to understand where your fresh tears

are leading you.

Your daydreams,

conceived against their will,

are just a sad epitaph

you created yourself.

You are still writing a letter

you will not send

because you do not know

the addressee.

Tom, look at the sky,

at the crimson stars

in whose light your longing is born.

The body, offered to solitude,

does not expect a soul today.

Tom... Before you go,

leave behind some warmth,

the sweet scent of your hot skin.

Let me feel passion,

let me experience desire.

Cruelly Wronged

Tom! Abandoned loneliness

always returns

when you least expect it.

In the dark, icy depths of your eyes

lurks sadness

that you are afraid to admit.

This sleepless morning brings you

the fear that your body

will give up your soul,

that senses will finally find

sleepiness and pity.

Tom, I beg you, don't love

illusions too hastily.

In your face I see intense suffering

no one deserves.

Your wounded heart,

even though dying,

still wants to live.

You are so afraid of the light

I would like to dedicate to you.

Cruelly wronged, you wake up

on the wrong side of chiaroscuro.

Tom, don't be ashamed of

your tears - they are proof

that deep inside

you remain immortal.

Don't run away from people,

I promise no one will hurt you again.

Please... Let your heart

wake up today like a new sun,

let life break down this wall!

A Way Back

Tom, would you let me wake up

in your dream?

Will you make all my fears

fall silent?

I wish I could hear

your whisper kissing

my impatient skin.

I know

that you are too lonely,

too distant to understand

the meaning of

virgin, fulfilled passion.

Tom, I want to dedicate

my body to you,

so that your whisper can creep into

its nooks and crannies.

I try to give

this scared, wronged heart

a name, but your tears

are empty.

Stars, sown by your fragile hand,

watch over my melancholy,

take care of

the nostalgia

you hide in your own shadow.

Tom,

I know you're still looking for

a way back.

Tears shine so brightly…

Please, give me senses

for once, open your suffering to me.

Tom, trust in my arms.

I want to teach you humility,

sadness and loneliness

before you shed one tear

too many.

Clutches of Freedom

Tom! I immerse myself in the shadow

cast by the flame of

your heart.

I enjoy silence that hums

in your words, in the soul

sentenced to life imprisonment.

The echo of the whisper

carries through an existence

that began at an inopportune time.

Tom, before you fall asleep again,

learn to look

without anyone knowing about it.

I know, Tom, that you don't admit

to this world.

I realize you want loneliness

to free you from clutches of freedom.

You despise the stars,

you renounce tears - do you understand

the difference between clarity

and indifference?

I give you my hand,

I want to show you the way

towards love.

However, you don't want to go back

to the very beginning of this journey.

You are in love

with the pain

that time has sent you.

You bow low to death, hiding

a pale conscience behind your back.

Tom, only you could love truly...

Tom Riddle VII

Tom, your thoughts are clear

at this late hour.

Words that shatter cloudy hope

have been cursed.

We came back here to judge

lone stars,

to find a flame of time

that will warm the night sky.

It's not far from reality,

but today we listen to the whisper

of love we fear

so much.

I'm begging you,

give me your timid, shy heart,

let me wrap it in my breath.

I promise, one sleepless morning

you will wake up with a void

in your soul,

with an abyss that will belong

only to you.

Will you visit my loneliness again?

Will you once again make me

understand the coldness of

your kisses?

I hear your careful footsteps

on the painfully tight skin of

my heart.

I feel the rustle of emptiness

that has stolen

your shadow-loving conscience.

Tom, give me yourself

so that I can understand

the power of darkness.

Tom Riddle VI

Tom! I feel your presence in heavy tears

with all my strength.

I touch you with my senses,

needing solitude.

Hot blood flows rapidly

in tight veins,

the skin tense up painfully.

Tom, I don't hear

the echo of your whisper today,

I wrap myself in your innocence.

Reconciled with darkness,

I listen to the noise of

your illusions, so full of beauty

and filled with desire.

Tom... Today,

stars are watching over

your longing, the moon is satiating you

with its stolen light.

Hands, lost on the maps

of our bodies,

belong to our passions today.

Tom, find some warmth

in me so that your daydreams

will understand you.

Tom, the sky shines so bright today...

Give me your heart

so that I can show you the way...

Tom Riddle V

Tom! Why did you sell

your most beautiful tears?

Why did you deprive yourself of

your dream of

a well-deserved future?

Your heart, tired of

endless wandering, is looking for

a piece of light to soothe

your unfinished pain.

The darkness that was lost in

words will forever remain

the promise given to loneliness.

Tom, your life could have

enchanted the stars,

your tears could have nourished

the dry soil of

people's consciences.

But you left,

death outsmarted you,

eternity took over your soul.

Tom, your thoughts

may have sparkled like

constellations stolen from

the evening.

You could love,

but you didn't understand love.

You have irrevocably lost

your truest dream,

you have renounced the heaven

that lies at your feet.

The void took you in its embrace.

The immensity of humanity

did not encompass

your loneliness.

Tom Riddle IV

You are just a few intrusive sighs

away from stars.

You can touch the sky,

guarded closely by the full moon.

The silence you longed for

so painfully is reborn within you.

You hide in your own body,

your soul searching for

some warm breath

that could soothe the insomnia

of your love.

Scared by the inevitability of time,

you tried to give death

the most beautiful name.

However, you were outwitted by

the passion that possessed

your endless dream.

You were too unhappy to

accept being alone.

One morning you woke up

in a hell you didn't deserve.

Your beautiful senses have disappeared,

your soul has lost its way back.

Yes, Tom...

You died, even though

you believed in death so much!

Tom Riddle III

Death is the passion

that your self-lost soul craves.

Your death is the souvenir

of childhood that was

so cruelly taken away from you.

When no one hears,

you cry,

huddled in your heart,

in the heart hidden from life

in a thick shell.

Cruel sadness disfigures

your beautiful face,

lonely thoughts line up for hell.

You wish that the pain

that traps you

in its paradise

would turn out to be madness

that you never deserved.

The insomnia that has crept into

arms of distance

will forever remain a stain

on your delicate skin.

Resurrected from suffering,

you nurse this wound

that you will never be able

to forget.

I know you could love.

However,

loneliness stole your heart.

Tom Riddle II

Shadows covered innocence

of your heart.

The darkness born in the vastness

is an illusion for which you could

forget about death.

You cry, trapped in your own soul,

the soul too timid

to be hidden in the snares

of solitude.

Crimson tears are the evidence

that life is also due to you.

Fear that comes from your purity

is proof that you, too, are worth

longing for.

Wake up at the right moment,

feel the kiss on your lips,

the touch given to you by

the most beautiful star.

When you come back to me

in a daydream, I will understand

the distance of heartfelt thoughts,

I will hear the beating

of your heart,

so helpless in the face of the world.

I miss your tears so much!

I want your sadness

so that I can see the glow

hidden in a wide open heart.

Tom Riddle

Look into my sleepy eyes,

immerse yourself

in the lonesome, empty soul.

You are so close

to my daydreams,

you touch my hidden desires

with your breath.

My tears fade away,

darkness has fallen amidst

the crystal illusions.

Even though I never heard

your heartbeat,

though I never savored longing,

this morning

I am reborn

with the spring breeze,

I find myself among illusions.

I no longer

believe in fantasies

that never end.

I enjoy your breath

as it touches the delicate skin

of my neck.

When the forbidden hour dawns,

I will understand real beauty

that has resurrected

your shadowy, doomed memory.