The time is supposed to heal
But the scarf is ****** deep..
Ghosts come again, and we sleep

Seventy five years of nothing
The pain, the lost - excruciating
Never ending, never healing

And you still show hates
Blind, dumb, empty heads!

Touch every part of my body
Make my lips bleed red wine
Make love to me by dawn
Like it were the first time...

Cut your teeth into my skin
And keep the secret of mine
Love me until we burn to ashes
like it were the last time...

Put your hands ‘round my hips
My ***’ll start the showtime
Take me fully, be ‘n me like eclipse
And tell me, “You’re forever mine...”

The past, a shadow behind,
Controls efficiently my mind.
Fear, pain, fear, screams —
It’s all here, never left me.

I, a wanna be a person kind,
am by the shadow made blind.
Wish, faith, wish, dreams —
It’s all lost, invisible in the shade.

He, a wanna be a manly man.
Made my past be such a ****.
Hypocrisy, anger, hypocritical schemes —
It’s all in him, visible all too well it seems.

Standing on a cliff side screaming
What’s the reason for my being!?
But I’m screaming against the wind
And the waves splash over my cheeks
to cover my tears at my sadness’s peaks

I thought let’s take the road
out of this mad world
To look for a peace place
Where I don’t have to face
sadness, loneliness

I took a deep breath in
stepped into the mirror wherein
I found my reflection, but still different
He is science and beauty that met
eyes blue pallet, hair brunette

I left the mad and found mad
That made me crazily in love instead
Of scaring me to death
I found wealth, health

I had a dream, a dreamy dream
But what does it mean? Did it mean...
I saw my dreams slowly dying
And as I walked out, I felt like crying
But had to push the waters against the flow.

I had a dream,
maybe I should not have any
I should fly with the winds and not steer
Because the more I come closer,
the less clear
Is the dream that I once dreamt of.

I’m having a bad dream,
and it goes..

The fear
Tries to get me, my dear
There, I don’t know, where I go
The force of fear pushes my soul
To choose from many ways
To get out of this dreadful dark place

One leads to literature
I’d become a teacher
The other sends me to work
Then one to do artwork
One pushes me to settle down
One to leave my town

I could be a poet, a writer,
psychologist, therapist or an actor.
I might be a husband, father and a friend...
Where? How? As Who? Should I life spend...

Before I make up my mind
Before I try to be good and kind
Before I choose the way
Before I say what I want to say
Before I do what I should do

The doors are closed, my soul is, too.

The way
Has so many turns
So many destinations
And stations to stay

The journey
Might be hard
Lonely and dark
But it happens to be worthy

The you
Take my hand
Make the way
Be easy play
And It happens to be true.

I love you.