Precious gold from space
Violent blast in inner garden
I gather the debris of the sun
New descent into hell
When will I break the spell ?
Mommy silence, endangered haven
For a thousand times you’ve passed through my Soul,
Fighting the memories of our past mistakes,Promises I never could keep, I loved you, a price too high, I paid in full.
That!Is the one I loved once.Her truculent heart never returned,
I am what I despise, what I judgewith my own eyes, every day.I am the king in yellow, my own fellowsinner, winner of no single chicken dinner.
Who determines what we readwhen the medium is the seedand the message and the plant,when we feel we scant, we can’t
deliver our intended products.To be too honest, it is bullocks
I ramble to myself to peopleI don’t know. A lot of I’s without their dots,a lot of kids without their shots.
Do you have your passport? Do you want to come with me,Rob yourself of dignity.There’s a room for all of you, I know I will…
A mild case of impostor syndrome,a severe symptom in the form ofconfabulations without instigations,
are the base of our disease.Who we are, is glued to our actions, due to devourwhat our soup tasted like before it all went…
Glaring fires streak the sky
On with time; reset the clock