Running beside the cold river
Quite easy to stand by a flying angel, did you ever seen him crying did you ever heard him screaming? Rivers flow tonight, as always we need ours angels beside us how could we live in this cold land? So many plastic people, so many fears sometimes seems we live for tears, scared from feelings
Give me a pen
My fault is to be just like I’m, I can’t act I just feel. I fail that’s my fault, a lot of mistakes you can judge me, I don’t mind. Sick and tired but still on scene, you don’t scare me this time anymore. Give me more your voices are loud, I still can see
Hanging
You did your worst again, just felt down from stairs and a broken leg, can’t feel the pain. I’m broken chain just hanging in a chair, your shirt on my skirt. I’m just water in the summer I’ve tried to be safe, I lost. Again I can’t rest I’ve tried my best fighting my head.
Mirror to myself
You forgot your smell from my knee to my heart, valley of sorrow and lakes of pain. We were screaming a River too, as pixies in some of ours trees we will not die today. Looking me and the mirror, mind full of sickness but beauty of heart. I got lost in a black ring