A life full of crooked door handles that lead to meaningless dreams
A dream sugarcoated in enthusiasm
But this sugar isn't sweet, it's sarcastic
I wish for some rain to wash the pain away
The weather is filled with just a hint of mocking
And a slight aftertaste of something sour
A cold room full of empty memories, the room itself is bare
A blurred moon that no longer leads us with its light
A bright sun that burns us with its being
The gentle breeze that tickles our tongues and leads us to speechlessness
This life caught my breath like the sight of a first love
Silk fingertips are something seemingly romantic
A butterfly kiss that leads your stomach to do that which is frantic
Planting the thistles to a new life
Cut me with your wormwood knife
Whilst you kiss her lips of red wine
I'll be hanging on just fine.