I seem to remember my friends
Much pain, nowhere not to find
As if we are lost to be not aware
Not even here, and alone further
To be certain extent … wandering
And I feel them ... is it me, myself
Like in an empty feeling of beauty
Alone, so much fear and strangely
Missed seven and the sixth in time
Suddenly feels like I am wandering
In Winter Hell feels, one of two Pink
Flower tears, White lion's mane soft
Wait … in the lake off a clou warmth
Orange fire seems in a draft cold ice
Like longing, tears … Red fur Cheeks
Maybe a Purple … but painfully White

To be honest is to be alive,
We see the morning in the stars in the sky.
At the end… life drifts further from me,
Where could I be?
I’m standing still at the edge of the sea,
And I leave the Earth… a key.

When we lay down beneath the tree,
Above the green grass, wild and free.
A thousand zeroes spin in the air,
And all I could feel…
was the weight of despair.
I can be sorry — and I am,
Falling toward you, like time through sand.

Lies fall to me — so stay with me.
Can’t you see?
That our death… is meant to be.
Not an ending, not goodbye,
But a truth that waits beyond the sky.

Elegant — yeah, just like I please.
A heart? Charming, smooth like a breeze.
The evening? Yours. The night? I ignite.
I am the morning star light.
Adorable — yeah, in a secret disguise,
But baby, I’m coming. Inevitable. No lies.

Only truths

God is a He in the Her of His own,
in the Hers of all that is —
a Being that is Yours within Me.

Falling star, from life, out of death,
falling stars, from life, an origin past,
a star falls, from life, from its own today,
falls a star, from life, from the old far away.