Hey people, long time no see, sorry i desapear once in a while
Suffers from nightmares, write what remains after the dream evaporates
The gods cursed me with existence
I am a calm landscape For the desperate
Mirage
a trap
A tear in reality
Bright in of the dark
Pulling lost butterflies
And they fly to me like to a calm dream
And they burned
And I burn with them
As a child I wore drops of dew that my mother cried
Dancing to every song that enyone played
A pretty girl, sad and not real
The gods greeted me with presents
Beauty, wisdom, talent and madness
Maybe from guilt
Perhaps as a punishment
perhaps I insulted aGod as a piece of emptiness
And they gave me a womans body
to soffer from the fire of the butterflies
But I’m a nigth lake
a pillow
Mirage
a demon
a goddess
an amptinnes
and i cry