Kissing ***, left and right
Feeding on the weak, feeding them sweet nothings
Makes you wonder if they can mean anything truly sweet

Kissing ***, up and down
Feeding on the weak, feeding them fake respect
Makes you wonder if they can truly respect anything

There is a mountain I miss
One that  has no bears
No cheetahs
One with little birds
Singing along my name🤭
But the mountain is all gone
Only cliffs with caves
Owls howling
Hyenas laughing along
Of how deceived am
With the cheaters
Ones that love to haste

It's nothing.
It's Nothing.
It is Nothing.
It Is Nothing.

So, why the hesitation?

He's got something left to prove
Like any of us do
If he could just follow his heart
And let it all out
Right infront of us
Only if we would let him

She's got something left to say
Which none of us dare to persuade
Burried deep inside of her
Piercing like a thorn

All we are
Afraid of the dark
Yet we are
Taught to be scared of the light
Nothing's fair enough
Unless it bends back to you
Nothing's good enough
Until we bow down to you
Who we are
What we got
Does it really defines us?
In what we believe
Is that all that's left in us?

I've got nothing left to do
Nothing left to show you
All you keep kneeling
To something no one can see!

i want to feel again
i want to be able to write again
i want to put my feelings into words
but whenever I write, there's nothing
and i'm reminded that i don't feel anything anymore

On the other side of the Earth
Is a dream where

I want nothing
I need nothing
I am nothing

You left, I turned out right.

i have nothing left to lose
and so much more to gain

Mama says

Find a man
            that makes you happy
Find a man
            that takes care of you
Find a man
            that loves you beyond limits
Find a man
            that will cherish you
Find a man
            that is loyal and trusting


Dear Mama,
I found him

But Mama, what do I comprimise?

It seems nothing is so beguiling as it appears,
Feels like I'm looking at some void;
Enwrapped in the nothingness of time,
My heart yearns for euphoria,
To enliven the wearied ardor for it's being.
I keep calling out,
Even though there's noone to hear me;
Wondering if there's something missing in my orison.
Yet I feel a personage telling me not to give up,
That in the fullness of time we'll thrive;
So I'll keep trying ,
Even if I'm besieged by nothing,
I'll sojourn with gaiety,
Keeping that love right within me.
The path may seem meandering into nihility,
Yet I'll go on,
Engraved may, through my footsteps
Remain forever our favorite song.