a summer's day delirium

if you ever hear a summer song reaching for you,
look up to see if the sky is still pale blue.
i could wonder all day where the sun has gone,
then i'd childly try to spell it completely wrong.
every action taken in this heat is just waste,
but i don't mind, i keep running and i haste!
whenever i fall i hurt and scratch my knee,
and i crawl and i drag myself under the tree.
beneath that chilling shadow i have all these dreadful dreams,
where everything is beautiful, but never what it seems.
i stare at this angel in a very peculiar disguise,
he says he brings me the news of my demise.
my eyes are forced open in the most startling terror,
repeatedly i convince my heart it wasn't the death bearer.
as i gasp for air, it's harder and harder to breath,
a man passes by and he ignores me - oh, the greed!
i hope my godless soul holds strength until tomorrow,
the day a peace pigeon flies away with this sorrow.
it tears apart the clouds as it speeds in such hurry,
and the leafs above my head fade - it's all so blurry!
what if all i ever did in this life cut short was mistaken?
i question myself how can every heart be already taken.
every woman i glance passes through me like a ghost,
but a simple kiss on the forehead is what i want the most.
all in all this is but the delirium of a soon to be death,
and i so truly believe everything has rightfully been said.

world says sorry

one day, i will have the world on its knees,
begging with its eyes washed out in tears.

the lives of others

everybody else is exactly the same as everybody else, not more, nor less - not even equal.

loop

if i had made more friends i would not have time to think that if i had made more friends i would not have time to think that if i had made more friends i would not have time to think that if i had made more friends i would not have time to think that if i had made more friends i would not have time to think that if i had made more friends i would not have time to think that if i had made more friends i would not have time to think that...

god

my thoughts on religion or any kind of deity are pretty simple and straightforward. these are good things worth for one purpose alone: god is the universal scapegoat, that people can blame for all the petty things troubling their miserable minds. it's refreshing to just look into the infinity of the night sky, give it the finger and shout a beautiful "fuck you".

love

you're born alone and you'll die alone, love is just the world's sick way of trying to make you think otherwise.

to a friend

a friend is a friend, don't matter the end.