Empty blankets
Closed eyes, a dead world
My dreams have been pulled away
by too many hands
a fictional statement
I wish you would close your eyes too
Let your soul dance, alone
I’m in reminiscence
a place you will never know
and I can tell, by your wounded eyes
You don’t believe in lies.
Living in a fairytale, where money is an illusion
where want is a hunger
and where pain is in decay
Where dolls are not meant to be thrown away
Keep your childhood, dear.
Let’s play a game
Let’s pretend we are the same
Lying in the space, between day and night
half sick of lonely shadows
Let me see the stars.
feel the cold wind, touch the sky.
Easy to contemplate a why
He thinks the same of me, like the other girls.
The curse fits, dear Lady of Shalott.
Death is the new survival,
and I open my eyes in a world that’s alive.
I don’t know what the visions in my head means
It’s all a little bit dearanged -You must think I’m strange
This is not your mission
Yet, you choose it anyway
I wonder how the view is from there
I think you were wrong about me
like a world not turning,
or a snowstorm burning
a siren singing your lullaby.
A crowded desert,
Closed eyes, a dead world.
A tainted dream, melodramatically laid