The Time Machine

Son of the moon

Daughter of the night

Open wounds unleash the sunlight

To illuminate you to

Every missing piece

Unknowingly, I’ll help you

Build a time machine

On a cold night

We’ll take flight

Back to a memory

A distant time

To search for what still rings true

To a time before it all blurred blue

In a place where I cease to exist

No longer I, but a luminous mist

The flicker of a candle, as you dance in the wild

The loose thread you rip off

The laughter of a child

To watch you relive, rejoice, once more

I’ll be the sound of your engine

A disembodied voice

The cool air on your skin

Your cigarette smoke

As you drift off into your dream world

I’ll knock on your door

A soft reminder that all eventually meets its end

And all that was shattered will one day mend

Off the corner of your eye

A red string follows

I’ll be leaves dancing on the trees

To distract you of your sorrows

To bring promise of a better tomorrow

I’ll whisper in winds that brush your hair

A hush in the silence when no one is there

The glint in your eye when you start to believe

That not all who vanish intend to leave

Each glimmer of hope, I’ll tend like a flame

A presence unnamed, but always the same

I’ll echo in songs you hum unaware

The smell of rain that lingers in the air

And when the machine begins to slow…

When the past has given all it can show…

I’ll be here in the present, waiting patiently

For when the day comes, and you return to me

-Zhantty, 2025

(untilted)

I found my soul in the place I lost it

Fragmented reality, tormented purpose

Through the thread of night, my vision unsteady

Old wounds of the past resurface to be seen

I hear a call from the o mighty to heal where I bleed

To know where I stand, still incomplete

I walk into the void

Of merciless confusion

To no longer recognize the reflection before me

Of what once was, but never meant to be

In a place where only the blind can see

There I saw myself, waiting impatiently

How I’ve bled until there was nothing left in my veins

How I’ve cried to broken promises that still remain

Disconnected from this fine repose

I found my soul in the place only I know

-Zhantty, 2020

Death & Rebirth

Deliverance

Inability to conceive

The memory of violet

An exhibition to keep

Words erased so carefully

Swift is the cut of my enemy friend

From the shattered grounds I dared to caress

From the nightmare that remains in my chest

Swift is the blade I choose to reject

Promises we make, but the choice is what we keep

From the last kiss before we fall asleep

In dreams we die

But in rebirth, we see

-Zhantty, 2019

Soiled

How does it feel to watch from the other side?

To know there is nowhere you can hide

Your nighttime game by the fireplace

The emptiness inside you that you can’t face

Claiming everything you touch can turn to gold

All the hearts you made to bleed with the lies that you’ve told

Not only do I know, but I can also see

The sad creature you’ve turned out to be

How does it feel to lose it all?

As others watch your towers fall

You’re nothing of a king

With your plastic crown

Big shoes, big nose

A fucking clown

-Zhantty, 2019

The Artist

I’m tired of this empty space

The place

Where I once used to be

Full of fire, drowned in light

I’m lost in the darkness in hopes of new sight

Why can’t I find my way to experience what is new

Trapped in the unknown, praying I can get to you

Where is the heat of the passion from when I was still alive?

If I continue down this path, will it truly be alright?

How can I reach the one I miss the most?

Stuck in the abyss

Repeating this mourning of my deepest loss

-Zhantty, 2019

Lifetimes

I’m afraid I’ll never find you

In the dreams you can’t escape

There is nothing that I can do

Time remains to slip away

Are you drowning in your sorrows?

In this state to recuperate

Breaking away so I can shine

All I do is ask why

Energies refrain to undo?

I’m afraid I’ll never catch you

In the limbo between life and death

A desire to heal your wounds

A desire to watch you bloom

Only to let you deteriorate

Lifetimes of this endless chase

Remain still to resuscitate

Found the will to walk away

Because all I do is cry

It took centuries to unfold you

A waste of our precious time

In search of what I’ll never find

The end brings us back to start

A waste of my precious time

-Zhantty, 2018