What the **** do I do here?
Surrounded by kids
Feeling strangely at home
but I can't belong
I was born much before

You like my Melanie Martinez attire
and gravitate towards me
(it makes me feel shy)
You're so beautiful - you poor fools
so new, just like me, Sleeping Beauty on a spree
Here's my tip - stay hungry, dear
Your endless comments, your strive to be free
I don't know where you all are. You're growing up.
I hope you all are getting some. I hope you come.

These evenings I painted the world
Artist grey beret and you crazy kids all around
And I was silent, hearing you talk
I did not know what to do, but it was good
enough to make me stay

Allow no simmering down of your universe
You're boiling, do it forever, kids

Let me rest
in our bubble
and allow no trouble

A bubble is lifting
me and you
above
their stress and their rage
now, we don't really care
the bubble - we are safe

The bubble might be weird
like you and me
but it's home, you see
it's all I really need

The bubble bursts
so the question is
did I cut my nails before?
I hear voices howl yet
a bubble is something to fight for

Our bubble is not made of soap
thin, making your eyes red
it is magic-enhanced glass
it breaks not at none of my blows
thickened with loving use,
like kintsugi cups

can I go to the bubble with you again?
can I never leave the place?

I shut myself
Because it all hurted
too much
did I make it ache?
I have no clue yet

I felt us die
so I grabbed the knife
Before it harms me
I'll harm it myself

So many thoughts that poison
and I can't turn them off
they promise to save me from this
but all they do is making me bleed
always the same with ******* saviors

Is life keeping me from life
in a twist where my very smile
keeps me tied?
To his side

Love is not a prison,
even if sweet
For in prison you can't feel
Love is a thread you do
because it's natural for you to knit
Love is a path carved with kiss

So I will let the waves drive me home
I'll grab my clothes and sail on
to my arcane knowledge of the world
to the remedy that always works, and also
to your arms

There's no God when there's no fear
Yet his true face does appear
You can be sure; if you **** fear
you won't **** a real God
(s)he is everywhere
(s)he is love

The hunger breaks
takes what it's hers
fills with desire
and now creates regret
I need his touch
(only thing in the world,
if stripped from anything else)

Hunger repressed but looming there
it makes no common or uncommon sense
the guilt lashes out at me
still I sigh and wish
but ah! the Emperor stings
with his plan stiff
but he's gone, he's kicked
he's put to rest for better things

In art I found
my pain had a place in the world
and that way, it dissappeared,
it got blown
it got healed, even if slow

Art is not life
And life is not art
but hear me out

every true heart beat
and every fake one too
it's art you leave there
is it any good?