Just a number that tells a lot
A number that sounds like
"youth passion love"
I see him so often that I think
He is living in my iris
And even if I lost my sight
I'd still get a glimpse of him

Our red thread has started to compress my pinky finger
Our pinkies finger, that have lived through so many kisses, promises, lies and fights
He always seemed to wonder
« What it was like to be alone »
To be without
His other half, his partner, his aurius

But I left
And suddenly every song was singing about him
My red ***** was going crazy with the lack of him
Th warmth of your touch was so consuming
That I felt naked when you left the room

I was shivering from the cold you left
My stubble raise as a barrier
In order to protect from your
Toxicity, obsession, mischief

But in the end me, and my pinky
Are too weak against you

I'm drinking the tea that we used to drink
The tea that I'm now drinking with an other
The tea that we used to spill close to the sink
Every time I'll try to test the tea with someone else
But they hate it or acting weridly

I thought I could never take the tea without Him
I've wait so long, my tea was completely cold

Easily the Eight tried it, then adore it
Now we've drinking and talking about this tea
When the water is hot enough
I just put the infusion, blood starts to invade the cup
Thsi invasion starts in my heart too

Except, the taste isn't the same anymore
Now Red is everywhere
Nothing tastes like the beginning
Even my eyes start to close on Eight's Red flags

This acidic taste start to **** me off
I added sugar, more energy
But wait...
I'm blind, it doesn't taste like tea anymore

The flavours of my first tea with Eight start to reappear
The taste of his tongue too
The heath of his hands which travel my body

Do you see how much we are trying ?
trying to make things better ?
see how much we are fighting ,
fighting for our days to be brighter ?

Do you see how some use their blood sweat and tears to free us of this torment you now call home ?

build with their own two hands art that can rebrand our mind .
Form with their brain-no bigger than our own-new ways ,new routes to liberate our kind.

Through space and time , finding the light that shines so bright it might just break the pattern .

Do you see it all ?
The black in their eyes  , the white of their palm and black of their hand ,the red of their blood that spills for our freedom

the black of their eyes tainted with determination ,and love,  so much love
to bring us all out of this curse you now see as a blessing .

the darkness of the skin that attracts the most of the world , and the light
that attracts the sun ,making it shine so bright .
the darkness of the skin that works morning day and night
for the freedom of it's people even though you're blind ,

To all the things that move you.
Athough in a world where war is the norm
you owe it to yourself to be alert ,
and not give in to oppressing currents .

Do you ever ask yourself the question :
why so many of us come to you so needy
begging for your understanding , for you to use that brain for an instant
to use your free will , righteously.


do you ever ask yourself why you're standing in a country that isn't your own with your 4 limbs ?
that maybe  it is thanks to those who saw the act of the oppressors no matter if it came in a bloodied hand or drapped in silk

Comfort is just like sloth ,
One of the devil's favourite tool ,
you think you know where you're at when really you're just a fool

understand you're only flying cause
you 're not grounded in anything .
Not cause you're free no , free people are down here mending and fixing


The end of the tunnel exists
As the light blinds part of my vision
I see the  blue sky through the mist
Sing with me:"to hell the illusion"

Do you even know what love is ?
Treating it like a language that’s foreign
Finding it in everything and anything
Yet you still fail to gasp it’s concept

I love you . in everything you are
In everything you aren’t .
You ‘think’ I know you
But you don’t even know where to start

I love you , in the way you’re so cautious of your heart
Treating like it’s all that matters ,
In a way that makes hating you so **** hard
I love you like it’s all that matters

In the way you see me inside out
in a simple blink of an eye
in the way your head falls back
when I try to make you laugh

in the way you look at me like I’m all yours
just to remind me I’m not
the way you drown everyone in this fantasy of ours
just to remind me It’s all false .

I love you in the way your breath fans the wind
In the redness of your cheeks
I love you with all your physiology
I love all of you in everything and anythings.

But what’s love if not mingled with hate ?
Theres some parts of you I simply detest

I hate you , In the way you make me feel small
in moments of vulnerability and distress
make me wet , dripping in disrespect
not from lust . no, not at all

I hate you , in your words
You walking dissonance .
Act like I’m the whole world
Just to speak utter nonsense .

Grief what a gut-wrenching  thing
She said it’s as a luxury
I say it’s a place to be .
The feeling of all things that have passed,
Displayed so miserably .

And although in misery  we should only find darkness
Something lingers ,shades of brown ,beige light
a veil that comes to hide all the sad and all the madness
leaving once again  this beige brown light

The same brown you find in photographic film
memories , souvenirs flashing before your eyes
a vague replica of the intensity it is
to move on and leave your heart behind

And when your smile becomes tears ,
you  finally realise that time is more than money
and we waste it year after year
not caring , living so shallowly

She said grief is a luxury
I say it’s a place to be
The luxury it is to have something to lose
To have loved and cared ever so deeply

What a luxury it is to be moved to the core
To live life in a way that makes our hearts yearn for more
Cause it’s beauty is blinding , we no longer see with the eyes
Living life in a way we are sometimes forced to mourn

In a world so big , so broad but small
We fall in love a couple times
sometimes less sometimes more
Wether you stay in your bubble
or talk to many people
There’s only so much you can do
So much you can search for

Walking down the street
Same routes same scenery
Same people same shops
Same sky and greenery
We think we’ve seen it all
Think we walk in circles
Tired of the same thing
Crave something experimental

Then I remember there’s time
How fast things change and get out of line
How blind I tend to be when I’m all up in my life
Cause how couldn’t I see you
See you were meant to be mine
I saw you on that street but didn’t look at you
Heard your voice in that room  but didn’t give a ****
I knew something was missing I just didn’t know
It was you I was missing , it was you from the start

How tiresome it is to hang on to fleeting things
Not really feeling at what moment they losen their grip
Realising that finally they don’t need you with in
Realising that it was just a fleeting thing .

How tiresome is seeing depth in everyone , everything ?
In a way that makes your hands ache from the aimless digging
Just to not find what you search for in it
Wasting so much time for a fleeting thing

How tiresome is  trying to be perfect in everthing?  
Failing miserably addicted to sin .
Drowning so deep, sorrow eats you within ,
craving to be more than just a fleeting thing

How draining is being nothing to someone who’s your everything ?
How much does it hurt one’s soul to be left vacant of it’s heart ?
Desperately filling it with everything and anythings
A pathetic attempt at fixing-

-what could be mended with a simple kiss.