the sin of having to see the life
the force to spread and leave the night
to get beaten standing in the sunrise

the screams of the burning angels in paradise
agitating the children in the wombs at the dark

mothers hiding to save others’ lives
from a fire created by a slave’s palm
making it a torch twirling around the town

nothing but ashes the traitors walk among
how adjusted their world turned to be
by burning poor and throwing the crops
and all that won’t justify your gray soul

dead soul, present to me

lived the life before i breathe
so exotically charming, inside a strange grave
in a foreign city thrown away.

the voices of damaged emotions i hear
so keen on them, i mustn’t leave
following a dead-end of unhappy mistakes.

familiar eyes saw him pick a misguided lane
here in the white sand, he’s forever insane
a smudged bathtub in blood far away.

here lies the miraculous man.

‪i know that i have it in me‬
but i’m scared of my own enemy
a ghost of my nightmares suffocating me
to death it's leading me
to misery i’m burning a cheap dream
i’ve been searching for a light to guide me
but every spark i find
it quickly fades away
could i be my own shining star
or am i still kid dreaming of paradise
happiness is dangerous
when all seem to cry
but i,
not a tear of my injured eye have come out
still seeing life pink
when they painted it black

dig your own grave until you demolish
the love you built with a loner in the forest,
talking with your mouth closed you learned
to teach your love how to survive the hunt,
when people like you and me came to cut
our throats deep like animals in the wild we bent,
but trips to cities became the heaven you craved
we’re blinded by a love we didn’t intend to make,
we were short-sighted lovebirds lost in a gray sky
but we have to wash the blood of a war we stood by.

maybe you’re not a fixer
you just need fixing
your broken pieces need healing
and you’re not a healer
you thought you could save me
but i’m here to save you