A verbalistic imitation of an AI's impersonation of a poet

 

Upon my arrival

I try to become viral

My rival

A matter of survival

And like a spreading disease

I 'll spread my vision with ease

To all these

Who never cease

To displease

Being willing to decrease

The absence of meaning

From the beginning

With a slight unease i unravel

This verse

for the universe

To reverse

All that I repress

And to confess in distress

The absence of meaning

From the beginning

So in the end

Broken and bent

I tend to pretend

That I was sent here

For a reason

Though not

by my decision

Or thought

Physically brought

In this world

In vain

And there's no need to explain

The absence of meaning

From the beginning

Όλες οι αντ

Shooting Star

 Last full (fool?) moon's lyrics. Based on a true story.

You made my dream come true

and then you took it away

I guess I always knew

that you wouldn't stay

Alas

under a moonbathed stage

we played our parts

you as the leading girl

and me as a gazer of stars

It's not easy to learn the words in my script

cause i have none

It's not easy to play this role of this kid

who has no one

You are my shooting star

that granded a wish

(and took it away)

You are my shooting star

The one i could kiss

(with lips dry as clay)

Now that you've burned up high

and left your mark on my sky

I'm still looking up

searching for you

and wondering why..

(my shooting star,

 my little shooting star)

A Lonely Night

 Let the Fool conspire with the universe

Nothing is written on your fate

Life is but a consequence

Of the choices we make

Murphy is right

But if you don't fight

Lady Luck is gonna end up alone

This night

Let the moon

Shine

Let it take away the spell

Of your zodiac sign

This night

This moonlit night

So don't be afraid

Of the path

you chose to take

Cause in every turn

A new open road

is waiting

soft and green

Like a viper

Like a deadly snake

Nothing is sacred

and everything is united

But if you believe

That you will live

forever

Than you might think

there's a chance

That the light

Won't bring an end

To this night

This lonely night

Deprived

Here's a little song i wrote

Deprived

In the long hours of waiting

I stood still in the dark

Turned my head to the mirror

And I saw myself growing weary and ill

And I turned my head to the wall looking for answers

And I tuned my ears to the bricks whispering secrets

Anticipation of the future

Deprived of my dreams - of my hope

And I grow old every minute

Feeling my blood getting cold

And I turned my head to the wall looking for answers

And I tuned my ears to the bricks whispering secrets

(Outro)

And I turned my head to the wall looking for answers

And I tuned my ears to the bricks whispering secrets