The skies hold the please of a star,
The mountains of surreal clouds
Painted by the hands of a child
Sweet innocence and light
Under the canopy of which
The Shadows with their takers make believe.

A bird, chewing gum
While fluttering wings of life
Spread over times bills

Shuffling like an idiot
Watching saloon after saloon,
Tired of this tragedy of feelings finding a bed.
How to help, how to help someone who lived
Get back on their feet and leave,
Leave for the world, for the stars...
For the sake of this Universe...
For all our lies that mean our truth,
The truth now.

I promised I will be somebody
And I did so.
Was it all a dream or a lie well told to myself
Before all this happened... I kept lying to myself:
It's going to be fine.
Things are going to get better...
Somehow.

I walk into the lift
Looking at a patient, smiling cells pouring out faith...
Yeah, he's going to be fine.
I smile.

I then follow the path to the store,
We've built our little Mall in here,
Our world feels better now...
These monstruos businesses found place in our hearts,
Our patients feeling better,
Getting prettier every day,
Even our corpses are promised a nice last show.

One more show, one more show,
Please, I'd like one more...
It feels good to be alive... now.

I dream, and in my dream during my night revival
I find hope but then the Phone rings
And I Have to go back home;
There where I'm needed.

I walk alone, to the car,
The streets run the other way
And I keep hoping, keep hoping he's okay...
"What's the blood pressure, again?"

I run through the door when we arrive...
We Check and Scream at each other our knowledge
In sentences well taught in school.

We think we saved a life but then he wakes,
He wakes up, takes down the mask and the tubes...

Next stop of mine:
The morgue

Dear Cornt,
You don't want me to be an artist.
It must be so diahonourable for the family.
A writer?

Sure, it will dishonour your lousy drinkers laughing at me.
Here I am, giving you a dishonourable name.
Hmm... There is a lot of love in there though,
For such a good soul like you
Knowing nothing of love,
Turning even the love of God into waste,
Hatred and misery...
Misery of the soul.

Sure! Who wouldn't just go there and be that way!?

But why Cornt? Why?

Dear Cornt,
You don't want me to be an artist.
It must be a diahonourable thing for the family!
Maybe I'm hurting you with this pride.
Don't worry, I'll have some better plans.
A writer is every kid in school,
Every child that ever wanted to be there
But you punished them with your freedom of being poor
And hungry
Humiliated
Despised...
You did good, Cornt.
I Have a nice firy place in Hell for you.
A bed of flames for you to burn vividly at night...
And a chilly wonderful leaden land to rot your carcass on by day.

But Cornt, dear! Why?

Ruined for having good healthy dreams,
Stupid but wonderful wishes,
How to improve? On your degrees?
On your great being?
On your Achievements goals and Fame?

Keep dreaming.

Ruined for having some goals,
Taken on great height to see the world,
Posibilities and lovely homes,
Put down to see just where one can help...
One can help if one can help.

Ruined for having a mind and a soul,
I guess for you it should be only the material
But when it is that,
Oh, when it is that all the **** starts to fight,
Pray and fight and ask for some light
To Fry out all the stench and make it out
As the powder that came out of a star.

You let your child starve to death,
You *****, you ****, you awful disease!
You *****, you left home for another ****,
You lousy Mother!
Why did you have to die?!

You helped them feel better about themselves,
You let them invade your home,
Mock you with the Presence of evil...
You helped me say when I could have walked away...
Would that have been better?

You left! You human, you soul...
You had to leave.
Why did you have to **** all my hopes?
You left for that better world,
You had to pass but your memory's still there,
In my heart, brought to my mind,
From time to time...
You had to go away...
And I had to learn how to say goodbye.

Caring
Taking me to hell
Where I learn how to be mean
'cause caring is such a sin!

Caring
Such a beautiful sin
Only the devil knows how to begin paying...
Praying for a soul lost
For all these gods and goddesses spitting their importance back at me...

Sent to Hell,
Better taken away...
I wish I could invoke Persephony here
But she was too pretty,
Too beautiful a mind-****,
Where...?

I need a job,
A face do, a good one!
I tried to operate but I failed!
'Could see a lot of darkness in my shell
Where some errors had their shine Poured over you.

I'll make myself presentable.
I promise...
Tried a couple of face dos...
Now I' m again, too ugly.
I Have to go to school.
Maybe I'll learn the operation to help me have the right face for this...
Business....
I promise...
I'll make myself presentable.

We sang some strange songs together,
Climbed a mountain or two,...
Asked for more brains...
To Fry...' cause the heart... Oh well, the heart turned to stone.

But under the moonlight of a Starry night
The heart started to glow
and the stone prepared the hearth
for a brain to work
And I fell in love with both.

I fell... Fell for the image of your soul,
For the sound of your voice,
For the petals of ruined flowers for the sake of our short romance
On this Earth.
I even kept a few of those **** carcasses of the roses you brought home.

The perfect way to remind one where we go.



*The vase took a few notes from the falling petals of lilac killed with the light crying its rusty Whites and Mourning violets on the table cloth from where a few eternal motifs sent to eternity a moment of love between lilac of White and violet touched by a noble red rose.