How can you suffice
In your skin
To wake up every morning
To have the face
That has sinned .

How can you make do
With that shell
Your soul refuges in
for more than one enlightenment
I turn my room upside down
For it once belonged to a stranger
I only shared a hull with.

My leases are with the future
My departures are solely
Determined by my own whims
Not obligations or demands
Or courtesies
But my own fancies
For I rather care to roam unleashed
From all the anchors
To harbour me down
And the mob and their mentality
To guide me up to a path no different.

If ever by the wish of a fallen star I get a miracle,
I will loan it to you.
Only to be paid by love as a final effort to have some.

I remember you were to
Tell me a tale I can only imagine
Involves heart and hatred, shatter and shame
Which was designated to be closed shut forevermore
In a closet somewhere in my heart.

I am tired of all the audacities
All the daring and enragings
To burn this town to ashes
To pull the moon to his knees
Is the step next I have
Is the next step I can't
Pond my foot on.

If ever by a fluke
you crave a soul,
Come sit by me and we could talk
Until the world open its eyes for the dawn.

If ever by an epiphany
You feel mighty enough
Come sit by me and
We could live inside the fantasy
Till we die.

If you ever are tired of the world
And pretense and falsehood and fake,
Come sit by me stripped of your battered wings,
                               Thorned throne,
             And cursed crown.

And we could talk
While time heals our wounds
While the world burns to the ground