Has it really been this long?
Being a child that never cared
falling asleep to that old song,
the lullaby my mother shared.

Have these four years really passed?
Since I felt that aching rise
around my chest, hoping it lasts
by telling all those little lies.

Has it really been four months?
I saw it happen, all over then
letting the bullet slightly pass,
right through my heart, to softly rend.

Has it really been four weeks?
Since the wound had opened up
again, with the slightest leaks
of light, in my darkened mind.

And yet... I find it quite disturbing,
the fact, that I've been holding up
from suffering in brighter dark,
I guess it's time.
That makes you strong...

Words come out
not at my will
sometimes they even fade
but when I catch
a feather once
my muse will guide the way.
So - inspire me!
Inspire me!
Inspire my free choice,
inspire me and I promise you,
I'll listen to your voice.
And even when
the light begins
to fade away and flee,
I know that if
I finish it
my work will stay,
with me.

Just like a spell,
just like a breeze
your words will always
make me freeze...

Even when I
fall asleep
and with my thoughts
I dig too deep -
just like a spell,
just like a breeze
your words will always
make me freeze.

So when I'm all alone
and see no texts
pop on my phone
I know that you're still there - inside your head
where nothing leaves
the lair.

And I will always remember
the August, that felt like
December, because...
.. just like a spell,
just like a breeze
my heart was locked
away,
and someone stole
the keys.

Eternity is trying to make the most out of a single moment.
And in that moment, you were eternity.

Anger keeps me up at night.
Anger, shrouding every light,
depriving me of my own right,
to dream for you across my bed.

So long as I'm awake at 3.
So long as you're away from me,
for all I have is what I see.
Alone, my pillow wraps my head.

I shake again, against my will,
my mind can't see beyond the hill,
a mist is hiding - that's what I feel,
and all in love - are living dead

Because love is joy,
and love is cruel.
Love is true to just a few,
and love is what makes me a fool.

The morning comes and I'm awake,
the anger goes, the silence breaks.
For even if my heart they take,
I stand right here, with no tears shed.

Round and gorgeous
eyes,
dancing on the snow
blazing in disguise
freezing for the show.

Careless in their
work,
cautious in their game
silently, they lurk
loudly, they would blame.

Yellow, even red
dancing with no shame,
round and gorgeous
eyes,
cautious in their game.

Show me your petals
I want you to bloom,
your eyes shine like medals
when I'm close to you.

Sickened of crows
perching above,
your body's my drug
that got me in love.

So show me your petals
in the endeavor,
so I can wait here
and watch you forever.