as birds scratch the sky
so the clouds can bleed
feathers and fear
over a world in greed
we watch with our hands
soft and ready to kill
for whatever we love
or the secrets we seal
collapsed in the same
cull de sack of the mind
thoughts linger alone
in the land of the blind
we never surrender
when sick or in love
become pure and tender
in God’s fist a dove
Eyes bathed in tears of failure
Are hiding from your questing sight,
Mind, thoughts and senses become blure.
Don't ask why or how...you might!
Hands try to reach your hair
Stenched by a deceiving sweat,
But all they can find is a shape of despair
Wanting what should not be meant...
Queens and gods...may deserve bowness,
You...my dear are just a glimpse of my darkness
touche-moi
en animant tout le parcours
dans les silences de ta peau
jusqu'au bout des couleurs
l'ensemble hérite chaque structure
bien plus que les rêves des enfants perdus
le chemin s'ouvre pour ce nouvel outil du jeu promis
dans cette chambre verte où poussent tes effleurements
lorsque nous créons d'autres jeux
aux ombres et lumières lisses
sur les murs étincelants
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