This feeling that is fleeting;
It lays between peace and chaos.
It is the dandelions singing,
Everything found can be lost.
Those creatures linger in my head
Hoping for a romance instead of death.
Suicide hides in clouds full of rain;
The only way to leave things unsaid.

Dance upon my body.
It is barely July.
Those dandelions can't sing anymore.
Fire and ice; it is the best lie.

There in a steel plate in my head.
The operation was botched.
It is time to leave those words unsaid.
I'm not ready for that everlasting shock.

Drown me with my beautiful collection;
The yellows and the whites.
They dance without partners,
That's what nature is for.
Human nature and mother nature;
Come save me now.
Suicides hides in clouds full of rain;
I need to leave these words unsaid.