You Exist
A Painting
Beautiful
Colorful
Vibrant

Love
You Used to
Now you
Only Remember
That you Should

What am I
To do
When Color
Turns Gray
Ash

People that we never met
Are becoming our best friends
Their loyalty and love is pure
Reminding us that we matter
In times when we forget it the most
Casually talking through years of our life
Instances far away suddenly matter
A person far away means the world

I woke up
In a dark place
With four goats around me
Dancing.

The dance was demonic
Satanic
Hallucinogenic
Static.

They moved
Yet stayed in place
They sang demonic tunes
Yet did not open their mouth.

I paniced
Screamed
Shivered
and finally ran.

I kicked one
and it Unfolded
Exploded
Into butterflies.

The other goats burst and shaped
Defaced
Recombobulated
A man.

The man had a mask
of Clay
My fist felt the clay
The clay felt my fist.

The mask
Shattered
Corroded
Disintegrated.

I saw fear
I saw dismay
I saw dread
I saw me.

He spoke
"Pathetic"
"Disgusting"
"I'm you? How cliche?".

I shook
I saw crows
I burst to butterflies
The crows ate me.

I was on the floor
I overdosed
I ****** up
I should do this again.

you will always be on my mind
you will always be every one of my thoughts
you will always be what i have been looking for
you will always be someone i never want to let go

i want you to be happy
to find peace within your soul
to realise we can have it all
to come back to me

i am thankful for meeting you two and a half years ago
for every precious moment we had had
for your smile, laughter and provocations
for every virtue and every flaw of yours

i pray for you every night and day
for you to be content with yourself
for you to find what you are looking for
for you to realise you are worth all of this pain i feel for you

you will always be the one who changed me.
i want you to be the one who will change me once again.
i am thankful for you who succeeded to change me.
i pray for you to be the one who will change for me.

i walk down the street alone
through the crowd early in the morning
wishing you were beside me
so i could show you all the small things that make me happy
and i'd feel my heart is heavy like it's made of lead
because you're so near, yet so far
i can't get to you, i can't make you happy
you have to find happiness in yourself
then you will be able to love me back
to tell me that without hesitation
and we will be able to be happy together.

Demons play a tune
Silent as snow
A tune everyone does know
And no one is immune.

A tune you hear in battles
Battles of a different kind
The battles of the mind
A tune that makes people eat apples.

Many think it is a tune of sin
And cause you to wince
False, since
Demons play the violin.