anyway

walking in the clouds

because i can cleverly see the growing of the

departing lines

lies perfect in colors still to deserving.

why did you leave me, i would say

and you woundnt reply with sane eyes

lying in your smile for the crooked time that is the fire of your teeth

telling me to put away my demons and cause you

again the lust that

buries itself deep

if you cant replace

i dont want to be that boy again

while the world chases us down

in our own reflections the people that have passed

dont let go

else i insist this is the end

shot from the dark

me and these words have little love

but work with the passion of the

sirens

soundless sometimes

just buried in the tide

turning me around

rearing its ugly head

i dont have to come back, do i?