I can but dream, a place to flee
somewhere for once, I can be free...
When I was just a child
my mother said to me...
The tranquility
in between cats and fishes...
Flowers in the warm sun
never taking care...
His name is Satan
feeding of goodhearted souls...
When you think the times are getting worse
And the days get shorter, and the nights grow...
I admire the sky
Only on the cloudy days...
Words hold power, greater than a sword,
It has the ability to hinder or move us forward...
My life it is a tightrope
This wire is slippy as hell...
I write of peace in darkness
making friends with demons...
For each one of us
It starts with a breath...
You always want to dig
deep under my skin...