Alex of the twilight sits in front of me
In the twilight of his days,
just moments before his sunrise
-I bet-
And my soul is spilling as well as his
I don't know which way, though
He is opening his ******* soul!
(It took a shipwreck for him to do so)

His hair is long now
His heart is widened
If it only happened
some months before
But
no use in crying over spilt loves

And I am trying to push away
all the things brought back now
You are not dead - you are dying
Everyday and everyday, decaying

But I'd lie if I say I am deaf to your tones
To heal the wound you opened
that I stitched on my own
the scar is there
and this is stitching for its sake
it's opening the scab
to bleed once again!

You changed so much
yet you I can't trust
I flipped the page, why can't you?
I said hello to life
So my extra baggage I waved goodbye
You keep stuck to my side

Alex of the twilight, I am here, I am here
But this time - not what you think
I wish you good, even if good
is built upon our shipwreck -
that's kind of a truth
Life is not a line you can draw
life is a crazy sketch of torture and fun
and if you are lucky and smart enough
you can see the underlying pattern!
Yet it won't be the mind
opening the doors to your eyes
Life I can't measure with words
I'd rather do, do, do
and write while I stroll through.