The Phantom.

There is a certain silence,

that spreads like a virus,

and comes from a lifeless object like your head,
that lives in you for a very long time.

There are dreams that cannot be reached,

from an old wooden armchair in the corner of the room.
There's a love that cannot be found,

from a piano with dust upon its keys.

There is a stillness between us.

In the darkness of the night,

I'm searching for your eyes,

your hands, your voice.

I was there,

trying to unravel the real reason why you left,

why you loved me before,

with an open wounds.

The boy is a thunderstorm.

He's my North, my South, my East, and my West.

My broken instrument, my glossary,

he's the key of destruction.

The boy lives in this lonely world too long.

With frail wings and fragile heart,

he gradually becomes transparent,

unable to be seen.

Hold on to me, Demetri.

You're no longer a phantom in their darkest days.

You're a human,

and I won't consider you as my enemy.

We were never meant to be more than two souls.

We knew that.

But I want you to find me, and walk close to me.

Give me another chance to hold you tighter than before.

A Ghost in the Doorway.

It's been months,

Since he left without words.

Lost opportunities, lost possibilities,

Feelings we can never get back.

He never gets old.

No, he would never.

He's still a lovely lover,

Who has come and gone.

One night,

He stood in front of my door.

He said, "I've been waiting for you."

"I will always be waiting for you."

It took me years to learn,

To understand, to feel the love.

The question of being worthy in the eyes of a man,

Lasts forever.

This is my life,

A life that turned its back to me.

I have no chance,

To take it back, to fix everything.

I threw you away.

I locked you up in a room.

I killed you.

But you still love me without asking why.

Such a brave man you are, Demetri.

You are that kind of person who might not be there again.

Give me time to speak,

And you will love me to the bones and flesh.