autumn and all the leaves fly
in the distance I hear a cry
don't know if it's her
don't know if it's you
placing it there
without me wanting to
winter and everyone's gone
but the whispers remain as one
can't silence them
can't leave them be
never alone
as you follow me
spring and the birds come back
they try to warn me of attack
looking for me
they want my head
ever since you told me
I can't go to bed
the lizards call me
the dogs don't whistle-blow
and no one comes near me
she's gone
and they know
the park is silent
as the moon ascends
can only hear you
whispering old amends
I open my eyes
no longer freezing
your secrets have filled me
they're beautiful, pleasing
they know I know,
you tell me as I sit
they want to take it
away from me
I run and I run
away from the people
"thieves, liars!" I cry
when I hear that whistle
feel the loud blow
the world spins and changes
who was she, already
what is I, this pathway
summer and all the kids play
it all begins to slowly fade
and I feel you
laughing
clawing
away
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
I don’t wanna hurt
I don’t wanna grow
I don’t wanna be here
‘til the day I’m old
I don’t wanna wait
'til the sun comes down
just to finally know
that maybe it’s getting late
that the road is too dark
that to come back home
to know how I was before
to be same old same old
it’s too late
it’s already too late
to be found in the woods
to be eaten by wolves
to pass out in the cold
it’s already too late
for it to be sudden
it’s already too late
to be swiftly run over
it’s already too late
to stop the decay
it is our way
the fight burns out
and you’re approaching
no sound as you step closer
no feeling as you touch me
I want you
and now I see you
it's your eyes
how I missed you
I feel lighter
my heavy skin left behind
and by the hand you take me
we break out of this mind
together we walk
through lands with no sun
together we fly
through endless corridors
and we sing the song
as you
take
me
home
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
did you ever think
there is no bad
did you ever imagine
not caring at all
thy will diffracted
thy flesh devoured
you are not you
now you are me
our minds are crushed
into fine mist
and as we travel
as we soar
as our consciousness dissolves
we see the lights
and strange emissions
the colours, the shapes
the massive fissions
I am not me
now I am you
and we are all
no big no small
we understand there is no mission
as we dream of television
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC