Her eyes were fiery
While her lips peeled away
Her sun was setting
But her colors never fade
When she bites she is bitter
But when she smiles she is sweet
Like a nectarine emblem
She’s the fruit of life’s tree.

Don't look at the sun
It will burn your eyes
And melt your wings.
But im used to this things.
Melt me candle wings.
And let me fall on my knees.
I will keep flying towards the sun.
Until he burns me completely.

Sings to me.
Reads to me.
Plays with me.
Sets me free.
Cares for me.
So let me be.
In my fantasy.

Reverse gear.
It's noisy up in here.
Further to go.
But to where?
How much longer does it take
To lose my mind eventually.

To quick to make a jump
Every breath feels like the last.
Screaming its way to my chest.
Beating against my heart.
A damsel in distress

Poom poom poom
Writing poems in my room.
Giving a voice to the voices in my head.
So I can fall asleep soon.
None of them are me.
At the same time.
All of them are me.

Many many many.
Angels deserve to die.
For you to grow.
Step on the grass.
Step on the ants.
Step on people.
They deserve to die.