Sinful gazes
Childlike crime
Hiding faces
In the dark

"What do you do when
You got a plastic bag
Some elastic bands
And sleeping pills?"

Silly head
Old-century heart
May your soul
Rot not reek

When I cannot take it anymore,
I am being "too much".

Before 6 a.m.
I cannot fall asleep
It's like a spell
Keeping my eyes open wide

Seeing nothing
Mind thinking of houses flooded
Hands dull and worried
Hands sick and dry

Painted on my sides
And there are also legs
But not mine
Not anymore

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Did you know?
Wide thighs are the cause of heart attacks
So they plant some skyscrapers on there
Yet put some medicines in between

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*Legs all grown and boring
They only talk when they drink
Legs all hurt and scarred
They only walk in the brink

The head losing itself
A rainforest
Lake in the heart

Hundred tombstones
Named Narcissus
They Echo

Icy, bluish lungs
Pallid violet nails
Lips still yet loving

Salty bamboos
Necrophilic whistles
Siren's footsteps

Illegal loggers
Burying selves alive
Love, love that is

Am filling my right eye with sand and i'm blinking fine
So clear, Rumpelstiltskin, i knew your name
But the womb won't do
You yourself have feet like mother --
They are dancing and stamping on you

Realize what they really are
The heart can't beat for so long
You didn't wish you were so strong
In my eyes you are grained,
Enough to feed on your own

And i bit my nails but they
Kept growing long
And i cut my hair but it kept growing long
And the skin is dry, tongue and teeth are dry
The knees tinted pink and they fade-

Back then the chest wasn't so heavy
Too much water, maybe
We kept drying the air, the sky
We kept burying clouds in the lungs
And now are broke for buying too many headstones-

Rumpelstiltskin, i know your name
So clear, now i tell you, the womb won't do
You yourself have feet like mother
Dance and stamp on me -- it won't do
So clear, now i tell you, the villagers never liked you---

We had so much water it was too easy to drown
We had so much water it was so hard to walk
We had so much water we even couldn't talk
So clear, Rumpelstiltskin, i knew your name
Am filling my right eye with sand and i'm blinking fine -- except i stop crying i will be fine

We are lost, you know,
And the wind isn't looking for
Us anymore. She is busy
Blowing the skirts of young
Ladies. How we used to be,
Red and bright, boiled soft,
Warm, our feet were never
Cold, our fingers
Where the flowers
Bloomed. We lost, you know,
They never come to
Us anymore. They prefer
Good soil and a gardener.

We had these things we
Thought we would end
Up hating. We are lost, you know,
Now we want to go back,
Under the blanket, under
The bed,
Under the feet of gods,
Heavy sky on our chest,
Sharp rain on
Our head,
They are not so bad compared
To our teeth.

The wind doesn't reach
Our home anymore.
We aren't there, maybe
That's why. Why
Isn't she looking for us?
Maybe the earth does
Not love
Her enough. We are lost, you know, not
That we wander. Maybe
We are just too forgetful, maybe
We can't have ice anymore, maybe
From now on we have to eat rocks, maybe
Our lungs
Cannot keep looking pink, maybe
The kidneys only want more, more,
More, more, more. Please
Be careful when you drive.
It's not my fault
If we crash. I can replace our
Lungs with a cloud, it
Would hurt a little, but please endure,
We are never going back, the
Time doesn't go back, neither do
We, so please endure,
None of us really ticks.
It's all human-made.

We are lost, you know,
And the road too, now
The cars are confused,
They learn to swim
But seawater makes them
Weak. But we
Lost, you know. The
Wind isn't looking for
Us anymore. She is busy
Blowing the skirts of young
Ladies. How we used to be,
Red and bright, letting out
Healthy cries, only
That we didn't sleep at all.

I cannot eat
you from here, please,
come closer.

You are a flower
blooming in the
wrong season, no,
this isn't always about
you. So when
I sing to you I
sing to wind and
it was you who raised
my voice, so
high only
bats can hear.

Ruby or blood,
I am gonna have them both.
You don't worry
anyway because it
is my growth.

It's not ******* anymore.
And nothing to
do with pregnancy. The
stomachache is
genuine -- so pure and poor,
melodious chemical reactions of leftovers.