If some questions can not be answered
Why do we choose to ask them?

His eyes never lie
That's why he always looks at the sky

With absence in his mind
A ghost was stuck in time
Raindrops were his tears
The empty mirror was his fear
He was not dead
Nor alive
He had not lived
Nor had he died

Decaying and forgotten
The daffodils have turned rotten

His hollow mind
Too young to be left unseen
He sees the twisted horrors
That no one else seems to see
They exist where no one wants to look
In the corners of our smiles
And the coldness of our breath
The twisted horrors drive him insane
They push him to the edge


Decaying and forgotten
The daffodils have turned rotten
Neglected
They lay
No life to display
One time they stood tall
And now they are one with their shadow
Maybe he will fall too
Becoming one with his shadow
Or maybe he just needs to dream..

Words unlock the gateway
To the deepest thoughts of our mind

Fervent with every breath
I adorn the heart from which it led
Your sticky lipstick
A dream come true
I adore your fervent love
And I love you

Remember to breathe
There will be plenty of time to not breathe when you are dead