Out of the ordinary
A canary with clipped wings,
Destined for greatness,
While being bound to her cage

Out of the ordinary
Clinging to her daily routine
Paralyzed by the fears,  
That she’ll never succeed

Out of the ordinary
Maybe she’ll fly after all
Though she was made for the sky,
We all have to learn to crawl

I am wating for one day
One day when my eyes won't open up in the morning
I am waiting for one day
When I will look up at the sky with my eyes shining
I am waiting for one day
When I end my connection with the world
I am waiting for one day
When I live indifferent to the world
I am waiting for one day
When I say "I made it"
I am waiting for one day
When I say "this is it"
I am waiting for one day
When my heart is smiling
I am waiting for one day
When I know this is the ending.

I lay prone on the bed.
What's under me?
Under me is my gun,
This gun has a gazillion bullets,
What for? For shooting towards you,
And where are you?
You lie further underneath me,
You lie supine, with your hills grazing my torso.

I touch your soft hills with my strong hands,
And you make sounds in ecstasy, not the drug, but the experience.
My gun travels in & out of your *****,
And your nails dig deeper into my back.

You express pleasure,
My sweat drips on your throat.
You express pain,
My pace increases in ecstasy.

You start squirming underneath,
You vibrate furiously along me,
I shoot my excited gun at last,
What for?
No, not for taking your life,
But as you are my wedded wife,
Together we should create new life.

You whimper,
I whisper.
You cry,
I pry.
You are relieved,
I am pleased.
We are successful.