Only if I could have
all the power
in this world!
I would spin around
almost as If I were
vinyl.
But
a little frightened I am
that I may be broken
so the
world
will wither out of
boredom
because, f**k it
it was expecting
a musical
spectacle.

Her father was a drunkard
I always wonder if her mother
Would still be alive
If her father wasn't a drunkard
I can't stop wondering if she
Would still be a little happy child
With only one big problem in her
Tiny little head.
I can't stop blaming myself
For not being able to stop her from visiting
The place where her mother went.

Like a blisfull day
in a painter's hand
sunset
portrayed me.
The truth
was almost as transparent
as my brand new scarf
that she left me
when she was
leaving
I was standing there
strangling my thoughts
with my bear hands
the feeling was
obscure
there wasn't any blood
there was nothing
just me.
The killer

Little catchy tune
Playing in my head all day
I said come over
And you said Really? But where?

Than
I started to shout something
I thought you heard me
but
unfortunately
I remembered it's a game
You're not here
And that's indeed a shame

Maybe it wasn't just quite enough
watching you breathe
and admiring a Miracle
like heathens beholding sanctum
when it appears
for the very first time,
right in front of their eyes..