Atomm Personal Project

Két lélegzet között

Volt egyszer egy élet,
azt hittem, enyém lesz.
Volt egyszer egy álom,
most is vakon várom...
Volt több édes pillanat,
de csak múlt, s pár könny maradt.
Nekem egyszer Te is voltál,
de félek, mi köztünk volt, holt már.

Álmodtam, éltem két lélegzet között,
a lelked egy darabja szívembe költözött.

Mindegy, hogy évtizedek vagy napok,
boldogságot én csak veled kapok.
Csak végre veled tölthessek egy napot,
én otthagynék érted csapot-papot.
Csak élj, szeress és létezz velem, Kedvesem,
nem tettem, most már megbecsülnélek rendesen.

Van hiba, mi tényleg végzetes?
Tényleg véget érhet a szeretet?
Az emlék hamis, a vágy tényleg halott?
Ami a miénk volt, mára elkophatott?
Mi lenne, ha csak egy napra
eltűnne a világ, és egy esélyt adva

álomból fakadó lélegzetet véve,
a lelkem beléd költözne csak egy kicsit, végre...

Élethelyzetek, családok, átkok, hamis utak,
ellenségek — szívem csakis téged kutat.
Érdemlek egy esélyt, vagy teremtsek magamnak?
A tiéd már megvan.
Én akarlak.
Magamnak.

Alla mia stella di speranza nella notte

I fear the flame, yet I bear the burn.

The wound of distance makes me twists and turn.

A thousand spears could pierce my heart —

losing you… that’s where the real pain start.

Be the flame; I’ll walk into your fire.

I’d rather burn than suffer in silent desire.

Temo la notte senza te,

ma non temo il fuoco tuo.

Se brucio, brucio per ciò che è vero —
e il vero sei tu.
Non fuggo, non mi volto;
resto finché il cuore vuole restare.

You’re the star that shattered my sky of black.

I always adore you, I always have your back.

If the gods allow just one more chance with you,

I’ll hold your hand — walk altar or plank — and say:

“I do.”

Love is my religion by Atomm (lyrics)

 My past is a prison
Where I kneel alone in dust
Every memory is sorrow
Every tear is red rust.

I’ve spent decades in the shadows,
Where grief crawled under my skin.
In my silent saint sanctuary,
Numbness was my sin.
I opened up my heart to trust—
Not to lust, to a fragile bloom.
But opening a heart like mine
Is like reopening a wound.

And when the pain cuts deeper
Than a sharp blade to the muscle,
No physical torment
Can drown the heart's lonely hustle.

Love is my religion,
But the goddess fades away.
Sometimes she’s divine light,
Sometimes she just won’t stay.
Still I bleed my devotion,
Even when I’m torn in two—
This open‑wound religion
Is the only thing I ever knew.

I live inside sorrow’s soil
Where ghosts still call my name.
The present feels like foreign soil,
The past burns like spreading flame.
Some who loved me got badly burned
By shallow ignorance—
A frozen marble monument
With a slowly thawing heart.

But now the ice is melting,
And the ache comes flooding in.
I’d rather drown in my feelings
Than be numb ever again.

Forgive me, all you demons
Who tried to hold my hand.
I was buried in my sorrow,
Too broken to understand.
While I’m crawling from my ruins,
Bleeding, breathing, but mostly true—
This strange coming to life in my chest
Now beats because of you.

Love is my religion,
Even when it feels like sin.
My goddess turns to shadows,
Then resurrects me again.
I just let my heart keep bleeding—
It’s the price of life and truth.
This open‑wound religion
Still feels better than the others ever do.






✠ ✠ ✠

Lovedust at dusk

Dear wandering hope, once bright and near,

You graced my days with silver cheer;

Though now you fade like distant air,

My heart still seeks the trace you bear.

You taught my trembling soul to rise,

To read our fate in gentler skies,

To trust the hush where sorrow lies

And find a dream in soft disguise.

But time, that quiet, ruthless thief,

Has thinned your glow beyond belief;

And all you left—both joy and grief—

Now drifts like petals, pale and brief.

Yet still I call you, faint and far,

The way a dusk recalls its star—

Not for the light of what you are,

But for the door you left ajar.

Your warmth within my thoughts remains,

A tapestry of joys and pains,

A tender hymn I can’t restrain,

Of longing, soft as autumn rain.

I miss the light, the quiet trust,

Our glow turned into lovedust;

I seek the grace I need to earn

That sacred day when you return.

🌿 Elegy for an Unborn Spring

You spoke of my flowers softly, as if their names were prayers. You touched the soil with reverence, called it a cradle for our new airs. You gathered seeds like promises meant for gentler days— yet now I stand bewildered in this garden you once praised.

Do you love the flowers truly? The trees, the quiet green? Why prepare the waiting earth for a spring you’ve never seen? Why all the tender labor— the tools, the seeds, the care— when every sprout that dared to rise found only empty air?

Grass could have grown in carpets, flowers could have lit the ground, bushes could have whispered, and a forest could have crowned. But nothing rises, nothing blooms, though all was set to start— for you have locked your trembling heart, and silence guards that part.

What might have grown between us has withered into dust; the shoots that reached for sunlight fell back for lack of trust. And now the field lies hollow, its promise swept away— only aching solitude keeps watch at end of day. Atomm

The Suffearion Oath

Cupid! ... WHATEVER

Oh, love, thou art a paradox, a bittersweet decree,

Thy wounds, though deep, did carve a soul, worth all the pain to me.

From gilded cages, where the heart, a foolish captive lies,

We dream of unions, pure and vast, beneath adoring skies.

We swear by stars, by moon, by sun, that love shall never cease,

Believing death alone can sever, and grant our souls release.

But mortal folly, blind and bold, doth paint a transient bliss,

And builds its castles on the sand, with but a fleeting kiss.

Alas, this fragile, fleeting breath, this transient, earthly span,

Deceives the soul, that love's true bond, outlives the mortal plan.

Yet in this yearning, deep and true, a whisper starts to bloom,

A shadow cast, a subtle shift, dispelling love's perfume.

Yo, check it, love ain't no fairy tale, no roses, no sweet wine,

You think you're getting Cupid's kiss? Nah, you sniffin' his behind.

This ain't no sonnet, no sweet verse, this ain't no gentle plea,

This is the real, raw, ugly truth, for all the world to see.

Expected heaven, got the hell, a twisted, cruel design,

This ain't no love, it's just a joke, a cosmic, sick decline.

So much for forever, for the vows, for all that sappy crap,

Just another sucker, caught and trapped, in Cupid's nasty trap.

And as the darkness starts to swell, a truth begins to gleam,

A bitter taste, a broken spell, shattering every dream.

CUPID, KISS MY ASS! FUCK YOU!

Some cats out there, they got their harems, wives by the dozen, man,

Others get their kicks with donkeys, part of some twisted plan.

But me? Nah, never been that type, never chased that kind of thrill,

Just wanted one, one true love, to keep my heart fulfilled.

They call me famous, girls go wild, panties drop, a constant stream,

But I ain't no hoe, just a man, chasing a simple dream.

So yeah, I'm on this stage, lights bright, crowd screaming out my name,

But Cupid, you're a motherfucker, and I hate your stupid game.

He's shot his arrows, every one, a quiver emptied, aimed at me,

And giggles, watching, having fun, at my pure heart's nativity.

My hope, a fragile, fading spark, a desperate, final plea,

That she I love, in shadowed dark, has a porcupine fetish, see?

'Cause I'm no man, just a fool, a loser, broken, lost, undone,

He hit his mark, that cruel, cruel tool, and now I'm always in love, forever, 'til the setting sun.

Oh, bitter fate, to be ensnared, by arrows unseen, yet keenly felt,

A heart once guarded, now laid bare, by cruelest destiny, un-dealt.

CUPID, KISS MY ASS! FUCK YOU!

But you know what...

I give in.

Just let me love anyway...

... But first

Whatever