We are called strange
all over this planet
yet we have always been here
so you should climb that apple wall

We are the scream in darkness
that whisper of kind merciful hearts
that touch of light
in the cold moonlight

How long do we dance
to your rhythm of time
how long do we dance
without the sanctity of rhyme

If only we made paper planes
just for you to explain
that this is not origami
but a way of a lesser life

How strange it feels
to wear this amour again
how I wish I was not here
to see the bitter end

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris