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В бара

В бара гледам мацка доста арна

Толкова гореща, че ще викна пожарна

Прилепнала рокля и изваяно тяло

Такава прелест не се бе видяло

Коса - дълга и гъста като водопад

Идва ми направо да и го туря отзад

Решавам да отида аз при тази дама

Наздраве да кажа, но питие няма

Купувам и чаша вино, домашно, червено

Но като седнах до нея, изтръпнах ледено

Гледам аз - гладки хубави баджаци

А между тях висят космати ташаци

-М.Симеонов

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Дивите хора

Има ли нещо, което ни дели

От диви животни, да правим бели

Храним се, дишаме, но дали се обичаме

Дебатна тема, с лъжи се обливаме

Това е в нашата природа

Вечно търсим ний изгода

Има ли любов, има ли мир

Или искаме живота да е панаир

Животни сме и ние, хората

Инстинктивно следваме си волята

Докажете ми вие, бесове

Че сте хора, а не зверове.

-М. Симеонов

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The Masochist

I always knew right from the start

That you would misguide me

Breaking the ice was not enough

To convince myself why

And when my kingdom falls apart

I would never blame you

Don't empathise the masochist

Behold my martyrdom

-M.Simeonov

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Declined

I did as best as I could

To make you feel understood.

I gave my heart to you

That you just pierced through.

Never felt your grip of love

I could never fit in like a glove.

Was it for my mistake

Or were you always being fake?

That you left me behind

My broken heart you declined.

-M.Simeonov

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The Death of Love

We gave the most of it...

When eyes crossed paths

And hearts shared their beat

We gave the most of it...

The sense of romance under the stars

Roses, dinners, under sheets - sinners

We gave the most of it...

Now it's just a sign of courtesy

And no one truly cares for it

We gave the most of it...

Traditions are disappearing, as we

Accommodate to the modern world

We gave the most if it...

Materialistic, chauvinistic

Egocentric, philophobic

We gave the most of it...

Love is dead and the magic is gone

Candles no longer lit in our hearts

We gave the most of it...

-M.Simeonov

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Redemption

Ever still longing for this day

To change this life, so sour

When will I find the way

To bloom like a springflower

Existence is not pain

Existence is endurance

And nothing has been in vain

I need to learn from every occurrence

Here I stand alone to cast away my weight

The seeds I've sown that conceal my fate

This is the path to my utter redemption

Rise of a new dawn to inner ascension

Initiate the life I have never lived

To embrace and enjoy my misjudged gift

-M.Simeonov

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Ode to Music

I see you frowning now

I know you're feeling low

On a stressful quest

And you just need rest

You've been through a lot

Blocked your heart with a clot

I know you tried so hard and you gave your best

Coming from the depths of your aching chest

Saw you descend in the pit of pain and misery

And I'll push you up to the hills of victory

Just give a holler, friend

You are far from the end

I will be your shoulder

Here to push the boulder

From your heart declined

In bloody thorns entwined

I am the column for your roof

I am your kevlar bulletproof

This moment of happiness

When you are covered by darkness

I am a spawn of sorrow

Aiming for a better morrow

I am the notes you sang

When you were bit by the evil fang

I heed your cries for help

Drowning in the depths like kelp

I'm here to soothe the mind

To get chaoting thoughts aligned

I am the sound you want to hear

To escape all the trickery and fear

I am the art of man

To show how wide your wings can span

-M.Simeonov

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I am afraid of happiness. The little child in me has died. I can no longer feel hyped about something that is going to happen, because I know that it most probably won't. Whenever I realize that I'm feeling good, I begin to stress about it in the back of my mind, because I know that happiness is temporary, and this will end soon. I am hiding in public behind the mask of a happy funny person. I am living my life miserably and under constant stress. I am suffering. I need a break from everything, yet I don't, because I know that this won't make anything better. I don't know what I am doing and why I am doing anything at all. Stress... Stress... Stress... STRESS! STRESS! STRESS! FUCKING STRESS...

-M.Simeonov

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Fri(end)

When the world is sad and grey

When everything is made of clay

When your thoughts have gone astray

I'm here to keep your sorrow at bay

I can be your best friend to forget your enemy

Feel my love when no one loves you as splendidly

If you are seeking me, need to feel me desperately

Take my hand and forget, I will soothe you mentally

Pour me down, hit me up

Forget your sorrow and have me as your backup

Pour me down, hit me up

Or has it all been a hookup?

When the world is sad and grey

And everything is made of clay

When your thoughts have gone astray

I will render you brainless away

I am now your master, your core enemy

You must now love me, I am your ultimate penalty

Forgot your past but now I will erase your destiny

Choke on your addiction and despair helplessly

Pour me down, hit me up

'Till you don't know what's up

Another one down, bottoms up

Try me 'till you no longer feel the cup

I made your world sad and grey

And now everything is a blur in dismay

I will keep your useless sanity at bay

Now hear me and me forever you will fucking obey

Pour me down, bottoms up

Shot after shot, you're so fucked up

Pour me down, bottoms up

You're now but a shadow of what you used to be

-M.Simeonov

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II

Always the second best

Feels like I'm a living pest

When I try to accumulate

I think I'm always late

Take me for granted and I always will be

A living waste dump, that is always me

Has it become a childhood scar

Whenever I think that I've gone too far

Am I the friendliest one

Never to feel rays of sun

Who am I to ask "what's up"

If I expect to hear "shut up"

Alone I am in my thoughts

While my beating heart rots

Here I am at 1 am

With eyes wide open, sleepless I am

-M.Simeonov

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Edge of Sanity

This song is not about vanity

I'm on the edge of my sanity

I've lost perception of reality

You're all reaching for depravity

Quit mocking my change

Quit talking "I'm strange"

This is the end of my kindness

In a world full of fucking blindness

I see that you're all rendered sightless

From the fact that you're mindless

Quit mocking my change

Quit talking "I'm strange"

This song is not about vanity

Witness a glimpse of my profanity

Hanging on the edge of insanity

The last piece of my humanity

-M.Simeonov

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Побърквация

27.03.2020

Пролетен дъжд не ще ечи,

Зимен вятър взе на сечи.

Къде е нашият слънчев пек?

Вместо туй, заваля снег.

Какво е това време побъркващо?

По новините с вируси човъркащо.

Няма да излизам днес, реших

Ще остана вкъщи, кварталът е тих

-M.Simeonov

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Seduction

02.12.2018

Feed me and seduce me

Hurt me and abuse me!

My heart is filled with fire

Will you grant my one desire?

Wanna feel your piercing sting

Succubus with blackened wing!

You can get the most of me

Kiss my lips and poison me...

Your mouth tastes like sugar canes

Venom running through your veins...

Shivers, stings and twisting shooks

Paralysed by your stunning looks!

Scream my name one more time

There's no escape now, you are mine!

-M.Simeonov

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Две изгубени душици

17.12.2018

Две изгубени душици,

Срещнати на кръстопът,

И зажужаха силни искрици,

О, колко малък е светът!

Две изстрадали души,

Две пътища пресечни...

И дори да всичко се руши,

Заедно моментите са вечни!

В тъмно, светло, зло, добро

Заедно те са всесилни,

В цял дворец или стаичка с легло

Сърцата са запълнени, обилни

Ето ни сега, ний, двама,

Ти - тук, и аз - до тебе,

С чай в ръка, пуканки, пижама,

Броим звезди на ясно небе

-M.Simeonov

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Замръзнали Ташаци

22.05.2019

Посред зимно време

Аз нося това бреме

Ташаци с човешко семе

Мога да създам цяло племе.

Но, студено е навън, нали

Че даже и сняг вали

Чак майката са си ебали

Свиха се тез ташаци заспали.

Мога да се хвана на бас

Че не ви пука на вас

Но какво да правя аз

Ташаците изчезнаха завчаз.

-М.Simeonov

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The Void Within

Inside this shell, behind the mask

I dare not tell, I feel no bask.

I cannot care, I am aware

There is no flare behind my stare

Waste away all you carry

Just keep at bay all you bury

Pour me gin, 'cause behind my grin

The void within this empty chitin

-M.Simeonov

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Blank File

How could words mean so much

When my actions mean nothing?

Would you have believed if I said

All the things I had to say?

Would there be a reason behind it all?

All the things I never did for you?

A single word can break it all?

All the time spent in lies.

Forgive my absense and keep on

For I was just a phase and you won

This time I spend in solitude

To ail my void with alcohol

-M.Simeonov