it stands high above
proud of its shine
everyone is enchanted
by the silver-light

they write poems
sing songs
and proclaim
how romantic she is

oh what a lovely scenery
of the moon upon the
paris skyline
oh how beautiful is the moon!

sure its majesty
is some thing to behald
the contrast between night
and light

but one must always remember
that the moon shines
because the sun
lends its light

i breath in deeply
feel the sun burn my skin
the salt from the ocean kiss my lips
the softness of the sand stand by me

oh what a beautiful scene
nature is at peace
what lovely dreams!

let’s all look at the sea
admire it’s silver waves
reflect on it yourself
how gorgeous it is

but don’t be a fool
don’t dive in
don’t let the monsters lure you in
for once you sink
there’s no telling how deep you are in

and all of the stars bleed
for the longing
of you and me

i can’t stand
the rain against my window
can’t stand
the symphony of drops
tapping gently on my door
can’t stand
the rythm it evokes
and the uncertainty
of it all

i look out of my window
and the sun is up and high
shining its blinding light
feeding the eternal flowers
then the sun dies
and out of the blue
the rain starts
the clouds cover the sky
so dark
so deep
they cry in sync
so sad
so dim

and i cry with the clouds
pour down on my room
over my bed
against the pictures of you

and i cry even harder
when the clouds leave me alone
to cry to myself
because it is still dark out there
and there’s no one to keep me whole

and i can’t stand
that feeling i get
when the clouds cry
and wet my window
with their tender tears
can’t stand the feeling i get
when i think of you
and cry my eyes out
picturing your touch

it's the bubble
that covers me whole
sophocates me
traps me inside

and i am trying
i try to claw my way out
stab the bubble
open it wide

but i cannot

i cannot breath no more
i forgot how the fresh air feels
all i breath is others breath
warm and decieveful

and i am not the only one
i am not the only one trapped
we all are

some have gotten used to it
learned to like the air
learned the semantics
and the ways

but i simply cannot
all i can think about is
how and when i will get
out of this infernal bubble

where everything is too comfortable
everyrhing is too good
too perfect

but all i can think about is
if i will ever be able
to pop this bubble open
leave it behind

because all i know is here
and most things that i love are
but one can pop the bubble
and always come back

i just need a free-pass
one way out,
and one way in
so i can finally be free

because the air here is too think
and i am growing tired
of the soundless nights
and of the pillowy-life

i need to grow and free

but be aware
do not you see it?
i certainly can
and only a few more

there is a shadow
a diablic figure lurking
there is this sorrow
making its way over

i can see it come
oh, i can feel it

once it arrives
everything will go down
and, i think and hope,
that the bubble will pop

and i will be free
oh, yes i will
but deep down i know
that that is not the way i wish to go

that way is not right
that way is not what i want
that way i will not be free
i will simply be out

and it is not that i
want to be out
i want to be gone
there is a difference between both

but that has not passed
and i do not want to know when
it will loom over us
i just know that it will be bad
it will be dark
and it will ****
as much souls as it wants
it has already began
a painstaking art
of ten cycles at a time
a decieveful life
the care-taking work of slowly killing
a bad cell on this life
multiplicating, unnoticed
a dim shadow of the biggest storm

and i am waiting for it to happen
and it is clouding my mind
because as much as i want to be gone of this bubble
this is not the way i want to go

the night is made
to say things we never meant
we intoxicate our bodies
transform it on its true self

i think it is funny
how when the sun is up
we walk around praising our life
caring for what the world thinks
pretending to be what we are not
putting on masks
so thick that you could never
ever tell they are fakes

but then the sun goes down
and shine its true light
on the moon
poisoning our veins
luring our hearts
to beat faster
and sing the truth out loud
making us confess
what we would later deny with light

i have noticed
that the butterflies
follow me around
they flicker their wings
caress my cheeks

why are they so enchanted
by my old mess
my burnt skin
my scarred hands
my dried tears?

they kiss my eyes
shine on my feet
decorate my hair
every day there’s a new one

and i every day
i close my eyes
breath in deep
and feel them dance in my lungs
trapped by fabrics
of ill cut and sorrow
and just like that
i blow and blow
open wide my arms
let my mouth scream
they fly away
and into the world
into your eyes
and all around

i wish i could change my stars
wish i could reach them with my hands
place them in my eyes
mold a new fate
start anew

i wish i could erease the past
wipe it clean
paint a new begining
a new me
a new you

i wish i could create new words
gift then to you
so you could sing them to me
play them on your strings

i wish we could love as we once did
forget what was
bleed a new story
spoil us with love and happiness

i wish for so many things
to change our stars
our lost love
our forgotten hope
but the stars are far away
and my grasp is too weak
to hold you in my arms

my edges are soft
never will you be hurt by touch

i travel across the skies
enchanting little cloud
oh where will you go next
where will you make it rain
where will you let the sun through

i apologize, i’m so so sorry
i never meant to create a thunderstorm

i travel across the skies
enchanting little cloud
oh where will you go next
where will you make it rain
where will you let the sun through

it is a mistery
how clouds come in all forms
and it is unknown
because just as a cloud is beautiful
a soft kiss of air and sun
it is also deadly
no i will not hurt you
no i donot intend tobutsmall cloud like me can do

so i apologize
if i poured down on you
and then vanished
just as clouds know how to

i am inside a maze

curved streets all around
glass neatly cut
sunshine that kisses the ground

everyone here is amazed

the trees are bright
anew green
everywhere you see is light

velvet dresses and lace

the sapphire sky covers the land
welcoming the birds
who sing and pray to the aboves

look at the skyline
oh, how pretty is the scene
of kids playing in these streets

and everyone in this maze
is happy and free
the air smells like flowers
it is always spring

we are all happy here
the highs of the land
the beautiful places where
good is all around

there's no thing as misery
there's no thing as theft
we are all happy
in this unnamed hell

do not let it fool you
do not let it blind
the whispers in the red mouths
are nothing more than chants
draw the curtains
do not peek inside
behind the jewles and ties
there's nothing more than lies

kids waking between sobs
wives countouring flaws
husbands drinking the green rolls

the houses are all the same
magnificents buildings one beheld
safe places for the lost

you would never know what goes down there
for the rumors are all true
but different from all

because that one might be pregnant
and that one is not sane
that one destroyed my life
but no one will ever tell
the tale that is unsaid

it is all a big set up
for the rest of the town to know
that we are all perfect
perfectly fit  for this hell-hole

do not mistake
do not be decived
for we all may speak freely
and elegantly
but we are all the same

all lost and not found
by this inmaculate maze

that blonde mane
and that pretty dress
they are all set ups
for that dark frame

it is insane how many believe
how some are blind
and pray over the prejudices
and stories spread

we are all pretending
fighting for the starring role
award-worthy actors
for a shame-worthy role

because we sail on the boats
and we play the sports
and speak the languages
and we sing the songs

it does not mean anything
especially not me
we are all pretending to be
especially me

i do not belong
i do not belong no more
the leaves are gone from the tree
and tree with no leaves is not worth
so i should go
i should start somewhere new
somewhere were no-leaves is rule
but i cannot, no
i shall not;
for all i know and love
is in this maze of mine

i may be the biggest glitch
a fault in a perfect system
what i was then is not what i am now
but i love the feeling
oh, i love the glam
i love the labels they put on me
and i wear them proud

because baby we are all lost here
and we all are genuine frauds

i look into your
light blue eyes
and travel in deep
to this unknown universe
carved by your soul

i wander down
the lanes of your sorrow
down the roads of regret
and i take it all in
learn your mines by heart
tattoo the blueprints to my heart

i pick out
the tiny precious stones
that lay hidden on your mines
hold them in my hand
carry them in my heart

i travel down
all the way to the bottom
of your dangerous mine
any second now
and the earth will come
falling down on me
crashing me and my dreams

but i can’t help
wandering down
your danger mines

everything is fine
all is okay
life is good

that is what i say

my back kills me
my head kills me
my life kills me

that is what she says

i cannot
i will not
tolerate this behaviour any more

it is not that bad

the sun awakes everyday
and during the night
we have moons and stars

so do not cry

the birds still sing
our bodies are in harmony
cannot you see the rainbow?

life is full

we are blessed
lucky ******* in this hell
why do i see tears in your eyes?

they add bags to your pretty face

life is not that bad
look at the sun
oh, mother look at the birds!

the flower is blooming
yes, there is a bad petal
it is not beautiful

not even close

but that is the point

so rest your heavy mind
breath the fresh breeze
for you have love
harmony
and peace

every night
i dream of you

i recall your dreamy eyes
the scent of your shampoo
i trace your lips
kiss your jaw

but then i wake up
every night
at the same time

your memory is so alive in my mind
and it is crazy
how the mind can create such wonders

never did i kiss your lips
never did i held your hand
yet all i feel when i close my eyes
is your touch

it has been years now
i must be a ghost to you
someone that you used to know
a faint dream never to be re-told

but to me you are my sun
i wake to see your eyes
i touch to feel your hand
i smell to inhale your scent

and when i rise
all there is to do
is write down four words
and then head back home

never will i send that messege
never will i see you again
but wouldn’t it be a wonder
if i ever hit ‘send’ ?

dreams are free

so night and day
from raise and fall
in every open space
in every minute i hold

i dream

sometimes i am a bird
ready to go
eager to know
beautiful in the soul

but when the sharpshooter comes,
my bird is gone

sometimes i am a mouse
i am quick and i run
from corner to corner to hide
little and invisible

but the cat is always smarter, and snaches me in his claws

sometimes i am a cloud
i am free and soft
pure and lovely
i want to travel the skies from sun to sun

but then the thunder comes, and the winds blows my cloud

but only very rarely am i myself
a voice traped in a shell
a little girl lost in the woods
vividly frightened by the big fat wolf

but oh when the dreams come, myself dies
and oh i am happy, so happy

that the dreams are willing to save me from my wolf

I stand here in the sand, my toes hidden, kisses of white and yellow foam brought to me by the ocean. The sky is just as dark and just as deep as the water; I cannot tell where the sky ends and where the ocean begins. I look at the sky and my eyes search for starts, but all I see is darkness.

Not long ago there had been light and there had been hope. The horizon was promising, the exciting feeling of coming home, the familiar smell of salt and sand. I still didn't know why, still was not aware of what had put in my heart the will to come. But something had, and now that I was here, all I wanted was to run.

After the events of last summer I had been hesitant of coming back, but after all those years, all those summers, there was no way I was going to run again.

However, at the very first moment I set foot on this town I knew. I knew that something had changed and it didn't took me long to realize what it was.

Deeply I breathed, lungs feeling with the familiar sensation, mind swirling with memories. Memories of this town, of past lives, of forgotten shadows and people. People, that is what the town is missing. It's a deserted island.

I break my trance and I walk away from the ocean, never looking back; that is what I had lived by; but now...

As I walk away, towards the quiet streets, the sky gets darker. I take the black leather gloves in my back pocket and I put them on, cover my weapons.

The town is not big, just a piece of land surronded by ocean. Buildings of metal and concrete; glass and lifeless structures. It used to be alive, over-flooded with cars, people and magic. Everyone walked the streets freely, nothing bad ever happened. It was the safest place on earth. Now, however, everything was different. What had been alive was now dead, there was a draught, an empty hole.

And all of that, because of me.

I walked these streets, over and over again. I knew the path as the back of my hand, I could do it in my sleep. Left turn, ten blocks down, two left and you arrived. A white house, or that was what it used to be not so long ago. No the ivyq my father had fought for so long had won. All around the house, ivy climbing up and down, turning corners, entering windows and blocking doors. And that ivy was now dead.

And between that darkness, and between that death, there was something else. At first it was just a hum, that became a rustle and then was just a tap. There, near the dead ivy, on top of a statue stood a starling. Small but powerful, eyes piercing mine.

The ivy is dead now, it seemed to sing. What are you doing now? It seemed to ask. The ivy is dead now, what are you doing now?

"I don't know, I don't," I told the starling.

But the ivy is dead, you know that, it mocked me.

"No, maybe it's not. It's asleep!" Because that it was I saw, what I wished.

But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now?

And so I ran again, but I could not escape this deathly staring.

But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now?

And I kept running, towards the sea.

But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now?

And I hit the sand.

But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now?

And I searched the sky.

But the ivy is dead now, what are you doing now?

And there were no stars.

i believe in beauty
in love
in happiness

but it is oh, so hard

to still believe
with the way of the world

beauty
love
happiness

fantasies my heart desires
fantasies that are no more
than the fearies who kiss the flowers
than the love between sun and moon
than the gods that rule upon

life has its way
of snatching the innocence
of the purest

i believe oh i do

or do i simply
want to believe in it all?

i see no difference

let it be a god
let it be fey
let it be magic all over the earth

it should be that way
i believe

but just as everything else
it is a pure
fantasy

they force me to come
where the ivy once grew
flourished between the noise
and the ocean’s dance
loved agaisnt the sun
kissed between the sand

and i arrive
to that forgotten place
where the only life left
is of that of the sea
and the stars
where once the crowds gathered
and i was happy
but those people were gone now
dead
just like the magic
and the ivy
that once grew around the white house
and flourished against the sun
filled with life

they grab what they want
toss it inside

must stay there
must keep it safe
must believe the same

i am a piece of clay

they mold what they want
painstakingly precise

must be perfect
must not change
must be good

i am a drop on the ocean

they do what they want
direct me around

must follow the flow
must be clean
must be drinkable

i am a song

they write what they want
play their lies

must keep up with the beat
must sing their words
must help them success

but i am a human too

they treat me like they want
as if i wasnnot

but i must not be perfect
and i must not follow
and i must not lie

for i must be guided
by my own heart

i am not theirs
i am no one's but myself's

do not listen to them

fill yourself
form yourself
follow yourself
face yourself

you are yours
you are imperfect
and that makes you perfect

follow your heart
listen to your gut
respect your soul

the good will come
if you let it show

i am in love
with the in between moment
from when the boat
begans to sail
back to its home

i am in love
with the scene of the water
of how the sky is painted
in every color
and the water
shines in a silver light

i am in love
with the feeling of being one
with the wind
the feeling of the air waves
messing with my hair

i am in love
with the salt on my lips
and burns in my skin
with the taste of your kiss
and the smell of your suit

i am in love
with that in between moment
because when while the yacht
is cruising through the twilight
my problems are left behind
i am no longer
dizzy by the anger
no longer
dazed by my sadness
i am simply amazed
and in love
with the memory of you
and of that of the sea
and the dying sun

i want you to go

i need you to leave
just for a week or so
so my soul can rest
and be at peace with itself

you know i love you
but sometimes it is too hard
to walk around this hallways
when i have you around

so why aren’t you away
so i can walk around
head high
so i can breath
without guilt
so i can finally
be free

i found it funny
how when we are young
all we want to do is grow up
yet when we do
when we realize the truth
when we face the cruelty of the world
all we want to do is go back
to that time
when the sun wasn’t just another star
and the real monsters hid bellow our beds

with you, my love
it is like that
i want to go back to that time
when i was unaware
of the pain and sorrow
your memory would bring me

because it is always easier
to fathom about what it will be
because it is more pretty
when we think that the demons are in hell
and that happily ever after
is all there is to be

my bare feet kiss the grass
feel it tingle between my toes

my arms burn on the sun
feel it cook all the way up

my hair dances with the wind
feel it mess around in waves

my eyes close in sync with my heart
feel the life of you

and i climb to the sky
grab the sun with my hands
let the love burn
it is supposed to hurt
i would give it to you
the sun and the other stars
accept my humble gifts
accept the love i give

for the rain can come suddenly
and god can comand a flood
and the pretty flowers
don’t need that much water
and the little animals
don’t know how to swim
so accept my heart
take my sun
let it all be okay
let god not interupt
the beautiful circle of life

i can hear the fireworks
             far away
i can hear the laughter and music
             of those who don’t want me there
i can hear the frowns and whispers
             of those who judge me

darkness engulfs me
              i am inside a box
for walls
which i wish to leave
and break apart

i am wanting to go
have fun
swipe the worried frowns
of their faceless crowns

but i am not being able
to br e   a    k
this box
a p a r t

there’s this constant pain
on the left side of my chest
monotonous and never ending
soft but deadly

i feel it when i wake up
when i am about to drink my tea
when i watch the roses fade
when i lay awake at night

since you are gone
this pain has kept me whole
been my friend
my lover and my ex
never truly leaving
but never truly returning

the pain is beautiful
i suppose
because after all
it lets me feel something
inside this endless void

it rythms with my heart
paints your soul
it is the pain i pay
for loving you so

i am trying

i am trying
i am trying
and i am trying

i want to forget
to have my chaotic mind
ereased to the very end

i want it pure
a white page
to be filled with good things

but most importantly

i want to erease you

i want to erease you and i
us

and i wanna erease the memories
that my heart holds
and the secrets
it unfolds

i am a starling
trying not to fly
i am a stallion
trying not to run wild

i want to forget all know
and create knew memories
of me
and of the world

but not of you
because it hurts too much
that you are no more than a dream
never to be real

and all i want to do
is draw in my page
is paint
is write
and is keep

you in my page
forever and more

you torment me with your memory
a chaos of sun
stars and rainbows
hope and want

but my page is not a machine
it was not wired up
i cannot reset
and neither can the matters of my mind

and neither the matter of you

i stare into your
empty eyes
and my heart skips a beat
and my breath caughts in my throat
because what i not see in there
is what scares me the most

and i want you
to crack me up
open my chest
find my heart
grab it with your hands
listen to its tender song
cannot you hear
the constant pumps
of my heart singing
a sad love song
cannot you hear
how it sings your name
over and over again

what do i have to do
what star do i have to be
for you to realize
for you to recall
that after one bad song
i still love you whole

how is it that for you
it has all be the end
that because the beat didn’t match the lyrics
you threw it all away

and my aching heart
hurts every time it pumps
because while it calls out for you
yours is not answering back

my heart is an ocean
unpredictable
calm and stormy
a blue force
that hides thousands of secrets

many have wandered
out on my untameable seas
but my waves have dragged them
my love drowned them

but you
you are the only one
that can sail through my heart
the only sailor
who knows the ways
knows what will happen next
you know the semantics
know the secrets bellow
you know what places to approach
and which ones are better to stay far

and it pains me so much
that after months of sailing around
you always go back to the land

i rise and i think of you
you are my last thought when i close my eyes
and the person that i picture
with every love song

i look at the sky
and all i see are your eyes

i feel the grass
and all i feel is your tender touch

i bath in the sun
and all that burns through me is your soul

you are a thief
but you haven’t even realize
that when you left
that when you sent the last text
and decided to not answer mine
you took my sky and grass
you took the sunshine out of my eyes
and you took my heart in your bag

the ocean is made
of tears and sadness

but i am inside a metal shell
safe and sound

it is all good, it is alright

though that is until the salt
kisses the shell

the oxidation lurks my metal shell
the smell of salt is evident
my eyes sting
i am seeing it come

the door of the shell flies away

blind by lighting
deaf by thunder
all around night
no stars
no moon
no light

and i have been here my whole life
it has all been a lie

i am pulling my way through this dark waters
trying to see
trying to free

oh but there is no way
the air drugs me with confusion

i look at the horizon
or what is left of it

i search and search
for a sign of light

what i catch are dreams,

and the secrets of my heart

which lay hidden somewhere dark
just so that,
not even i
and not even they
are brave enough to fathom
the beasts that sleep inside

and i see no land
i see not land
i see no land

in a void of noise
in the in-between light
in the border of shadows
in the verge of tears
in the corner of a smile

i am everywhere and no where
i cannot find myself
i cannot find meaning
i look in the mirror
sunburnt skin
deep chocolate eyes
dark mane and sharp lips
i see nothing behind my eyes
no spark

i am somewhere i donot know
donot recognize
my heart is the only constant noise
and the only memory left
on my impaired brain
is you

she was like a hurricane
followed by winds
of a thousand miles
leaving wreckage
all behind

she was red lips
and cheap champagne
on a crispy night
leaving broken hearts
all behind

she was wilderness
a beast
that could not be tamed
leaving corpses
all behind

and she was a star
a super nova
in the sky
leaving glittery dust
all behind
for the others to catch

"excuse me bu—"

it is always like this

"yeah, bu—"

the sharks sing
that we are free

"wait, di—"

yet you...

"no... no, i—"

yet you won't let me be

"is somet—"

you shut my mouth
there's wires on my lips

"what are yo—"

you sing the words you want to hear
and you pass them on to me

"didn't h—"

i was not a mute

"okay, bu—"

yet you made me one

"why don't—"

all there is to say
all there is to ask

all is gone into the night

"why won't—"

i cannot question
i cannot speak

i shall not bother
your unflawless speech

"ple—"

"please—"

no

"please listen to me!"

so you cut my tounge
piece by piece
shut my mouth, darling

"..."

there are oh, so many ways to speak!

planets of all colors and sizes
floating on an endless universe
of mystic dust
and rainbow smoke

angels fly
from planet to planet
watching for the living
caring for their order

suns all around
distant but present
shining their lights
flickering in the night

one stands proud in the middle
the Sun of suns
the king of the universe
strong and powerful

it is a lovely world
a fantasy made up
watched and warded
but the lurking man

he plans carefully
outlines every detail
he paints the smiles
he writes the lies

he is a clever one
i must admit
everything plays out as his says
he is an award-worthy director

the lurking man stands above
we are standing on his palm
blindfolded, unaware
complete fools

he paints a beautiful scenery
he is the architect of paradise
he even lets us believe
that there is a greater power than him

you see,
the lurking man is a liar
and a cheat
he is a trickster
and a fraud
he hides in the shadows
planning his next move
creating a demise
waiting for the right moment
to strike

and it scares me sometimes
it keeps me up at night
how he is able to portray
such real dreams
into my own mind
and how one of this days
he will finally attack

it is in times like this
when i miss you the most

when i picture
your white christmas
the smell of your misltoe
and the warmth of you fire

things i see through a dream
and nothing more
because you are not here
and you must not be real

but i still hope
and i still sing the songs
inside my head
and alongside with my heart
and my blood
that some day you will be back

though i know
that there is nothing left to do
but cope
with the unsaid truth
that my body seems to forget
with the ugly fact
that you are not coming back

and these holidays
have made me tired
of socializing so much
and giving smiles for fun

i recall our talks
our inner jokes
and the stupid
stupid nicknames
that you called

and it is like i am
in a thunderstorm

i rain down
rivers of tears
enough to create a sea
enough to make you flee

and between that second
when the lightning strikes
and all of the dark sky
is painted in light stripes
it's like seeing the sun again

but it passes, oh so quickly
and then the strom continues
but i can still feel
the jolt of electricity
and the sound of thunder
of your voice
interrupting in my forever-going
thunderstorm

the sorrows of the past
are too heavy for my heart
the grievings of the present
are too wide for my mind
and the uncertainties of the future
are too big for my bones

so i write poems
i write songs
i create stories
that will never be told

because for a brief moment
i make the ugly
stand for its beauty
i make the difficut
strikingly easy

it is all a distraction
of what is going on
of what has been
and of what it will never be

my soul wouldn’t handle
if i gave it some thought
if i actually realized
the size of it all

and somehow
my soul doesn’t fit my body anymore
and i am trapped in a world
staring at what has become unknown

i look at the sky
and all i see are your eyes
i smell the forrest
and all i scent is your cologne
i feel the rose ‘s petals
and all i caress are your lips

and my body swells
and my blood heats up
my head is spinning
and it looks like i’m flying up high

is this how love feels?
like walking on the clouds?
like all that feels you is air
and butterflies inside

i am a fool
my smile won’t fade
you’re every whisper
inside my head

and i might break into song
if you i see you pass
may kiss your lips
if i have the chance

though deep down
once the drugs fade
and my blood turns cold
i remember the talks
i remember the stones
that we carried into battle
one that we fought
but oh so poorly
that we lost

there is flowers
all around
but no enough water
for them to grow

there is a sun
up high
but no enough sky
for it to shine

and i am dying
of thirst
and i am needing
sunlight
but all there is left
is a draught
and the constant
quarrels
between the ocean
and sand

every day is the same

the voices
which are so loud
and vibrant
wake me with their bickering

the birds
that are so far gone
and dead
wake me with their whining

my mind
that is never truly asleep
and is has never been sane
wakes me with screams

but it is all inside my head
no one hears the piercing noises
no one else hears the chaos
and the sorrow
they all envy me
they all want to be me

oh little rich girl
how lucky you are
you can wake with the sound of birds
at whatever time you desire

they believe
in fairytales
that only live inside their heads
that have been fed to them
over and over again

and i want to open my head
crack open my chest
i wish for them to listen
to my lonely mind
to my beating heart

i wish for them to realize
to open their eyes and see
that my face shines every time
from the kiss of fresh tears
and that my feet bleed
from the road filled with stones

because they all have the same
lurking man
haunting and mocking them
and for some wild reason
they believe that their little
rich girl
is safe and sound

wouldn’t it be funny
to see their faces
and hear their hearts
once they realize
that this fairytale
of happiness and sunshine
is nothing more than a demise
set up by the one and only
lurking man ?

let me explode
let me feel
let me be on hold
let me be at peace

i will remember you both
when the road turnd thin

i want to be free
        feel my hair in the wind
i want to be a bird of royalty
        see me fly, watch me go

keep quiet
even if you not

pray for me
i will come to you

i must walk my way
i must open the gates

some day it will be better
we will be together

behold
watch
glare

prescence and be part of

watch me be me
watch me IGNITE

leave something behind
        a part of your soul
learn to forgive
       apologize to all
say your prayers
       even if there's not
wait for the best
       hold you breath
make art, not war

ignite my power
be alright
in this dark world
watch me ignite

i walk beside the sea
sing at the horizon
at the fish and birds
i look into the deep blue
how it gets greener near me
how it’s so blue far away
how your eyes were  just that blue

and then
the waves of your memory
crash into my rocky heart

and before i realize
you are by my side
walking shoulder to shoulder
you slip your fingers through mine
palm to palm
and i stare to your eyes
a vivid riptide staring back
and the freckles the sun gave you
smiling at me around your rosy lips

and before i realize
i have left my body
i have left earth
i am somewhere else
up in the sky
walking with you

i shall sweep the floor
shall draw the curtains
and water the plants

i shall smell the flowers
tug you in good night
shall read a book
or at least pretend to do so

because it is so sunny right now
the sun blinds my eyes
the warmth burns my skin
ripping it apart
but i shall not complain
for warmth is always good
right?

and i shall tolerate your bickering
shall understand your shouts
and nodd at your wrongs,
close my mouth shut

because it is sunny here
so so sunny
or so you say
but how do i truly know
how can i know
if the sun is simply a lamp
if the flowers are plain plastic
if the dust is never to be gone
if the ivy is actually dead

how can i know
how can i think
when all i can see
is the horizon
tainted in black
making its way here
a threatening shadow
lurking in the distance
setting up a trap

how can i know
that i’m not falling
for the tricks of the unmask man
how can i do
to repay you may debts in time
to be useful
not a waste of space
not a waste of cash

tell me so i can make it better
so i can make the strike softer
because you know who is coming
and baby your arms are not strong enough
to hold back the storm

my eyes are flashlights
my face a mess
of beauty standards
and hidden rage

i am a building
many people at the same
good evil none
all for different fame

i breathe co2
i drink gasoline in a cup
my skin is rough concrete
wires all the way up

i speak in machines
scream drills and hammers
i am all noise, chaos
what comfort is there in silence?

i dress in fake nature
plastic bags hold my pride
i take the control
but never once do i command

i am the cancer
on earth's lung
i am the darkness
tainting all black

i am what they call progess
but i am what prevents us from it
i am a mess of glass
and conctrete all in one

i may seem pretty and kind
creating opportunities all around
i build your home
just to tear the real one apart

and deep in the night
between the flashes and chaos
one may be able
to see a kind of nature
that it is still out of my graspe
but as selfish as i am
i blind you with my light
preventing you to fall
from a far-away love

do not look away
no, do not look at what truly is beautiful

because if you do
if you see how the water flows
or how the sun shines
or even feel the grass

you might forget me—
you should resent me
you must break me—
just so you can go back

i have been waiting
my whole life waiting

chocolate curls
soft as silk
playful and messy

it is said that waiting is the hardest part
boy, they are right

squared jaw
cut with dimonds
rosy and strong

i have been waiting
waiting my whole life

round lips
rose petals
cushion of kiss

it is said waiting is the hardest part
when will it end?

board shoulders
pringed by muscles
kissed by the sun

i have been waiting
when are you going to come?

wide hands
strong and caring
passionate devices of your own

it is said that waiting is the hardest part
though i don't really know

cause waiting is all i know

your blue eyes
deep as the ocean
moons in the sky

i have been waiting
you are so full of dreams

and i will wait and wait
cause you cannot be real
you cannot be truth
you cannot be mine

and waiting is all i know