I keep my eyes open
Stare at the summer sky without sunglasses

Look at the snowfall
Until the snowflakes melt into tears

I was scared
That the moment I close my eyes

I would be forgotten
Even though, it probably wouldn't have made a difference

Such difficult morals you have
There are no loopholes
No room to breathe
Do you enjoy this?
This slow torture
Suffocating into those strange rules you make?

Maybe I AM
Just a rebellious, gusty adolescent
But
I hate crying myself to sleep every night
I hate hiding my face every morning when you leave for work
Just so you don't have to see
My ugly swollen eyes
So that you have an "ideal" morning

I WILL say what's on my mind
Whatever you make out of it
This strange masquerade ball that we attend everyday
Seems to be hosted especially for the both of us
Only for the both of us

So...
What's the point in hiding your face?

Wine glasses
                                           Clink away
The music of reality

Silence, silence everywhere
The plates and forks stacked in the kitchen
Start Falling

Breaking into pieces with edges
Which can cut open my skin

The monotony of the night is pierced
By stifled shrieks

Nobody, there's nobody outside
The patrol of the spirits
Is Starting

The hours are going backward
In time.
We shall soon see the sun rise into afternoon
And dissipate into dawn.

Mortified
I stare at the half dead birds
With wings of smoking coals
Fly into igloos made of plastic
And leave a trail of blood
On the blue paper sky

Mortified
I close my eyes
And drift into dreamland
To escape this astronomically nonsensical nightmare
Of a half dead reality.