Everyone is better
Here I go, the latter
Their names are painted with gold
As for my story,
It will never be told,

Everyone is brighter,
And they are always higher,
Their pictures are framed
And hang in the hall of fame
That I will never enter.

I wish I could see what they see
I wish I could feel what they feel
I wish I could be proud of myself
Know what they think but can't tell
'Cause I am just a corner behind an old chair.

There are clouds under the shining Moon,
For me, they look like mountains.

Seek Your fortune,
No one will notice,
Rip the fruit off
Of the wrong branches.

Or sit under the tree,
For the rest of Your life,
Wait for other people,
To commit Your 'crime'

Witness how they live Your dreams,
While You wait for other opportunities,
And beware of the wrong fruit,
Do not pick one too soon,

But don't wait around,
And sit still forever,
When the stars align,
They never stay together.

handcuffed to the wheel
shadow on stairs
bones aching to break
shadow in room
knives in drawers
purple toes
purity of night
bathtub in death
a
puddle of gore

When your mind attacks you, you can’t focus on anything else except surviving

Minute, by hour, by day
Until it fades
Becoming a soft hum in the background

I was a bird
پرنده ای بودم
In the sky
From your eyes...
...در آسمانی از چَشمانِ تو
When you didn't see me flying
در آن هنگام
که پروازم را حس نمی کردی

Why are your eyes so beautiful?!
چرا چَشمانِ تو آنقدر زیباست!؟
That I released the lock of hair
To your wide blue sky...
که من موهایم را
...در آسمانِ پهنِ آبیِ تو رها کردم