The strenght to drop the knife,
And strength to stay alive.
Pretty smart, with alot of charm,
Past roads crossed on both arms.
A smile that shines for miles,
A flicker of shadows in the eyes,
A tint of sadness in disguise.
A spirit that brings joy, just a little toy,
Strong desire to destroy.
A soul that's sweet, but also bitter,
An addiction to coffee... just a litre.
This temple is a body,
Sometimes simple, sometimes fancy.
In the end, a little crazy.
Time and rhyme for lack of dime.
No strength to hold what could be mine.
Slipping at the limit:"Fuck this ice."
Salt and pepper in the eyes.
Why are you too ******* nice?
Too aware for your own good
Like Pinocchio, made of wood.
Flip the plane of existence,
Sadness grows, so does persistence.
Two eclipses burning the gaze,
Thoughts on film that plays.
Shadows cast the light you see,
While happiness is all I seek.
But is ok, I am just meek.
Shackled by deep fears,
Run away from those who apper.
Forgive the kneeling ones that pray,
And let the children play.
A tempest traveling the road,
Mixed emotions that still flow,
And yet, the calmness owns.
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 2:40 AM UTC
The strenght to drop the knife,
And strength to stay alive.
Pretty smart, with alot of charm,
Past roads crossed on both arms.
A smile that shines for miles,
A flicker of shadows in the eyes,
A tint of sadness in disguise.
A spirit that brings joy, just a little toy,
Strong desire to destroy.
A soul that's sweet, but also bitter,
An addiction to coffee... just a litre.
This temple is a body,
Sometimes simple, sometimes fancy.
In the end, a little crazy.
Time and rhyme for lack of dime.
No strength to hold what could be mine.
Slipping at the limit:"Fuck this ice."
Salt and pepper in the eyes.
Why are you too ******* nice?
Too aware for your own good
Like Pinocchio, made of wood.
Flip the plane of existence,
Sadness grows, so does persistence.
Two eclipses burning the gaze,
Thoughts on film that plays.
Shadows cast the light you see,
While happiness is all I seek.
But is ok, I am just meek.
Shackled by deep fears,
Run away from those who apper.
Forgive the kneeling ones that pray,
And let the children play.
A tempest traveling the road,
Mixed emotions that still flow,
And yet, the calmness owns.
