a new growing seed
in a perfect world
dark and cold
from day one untill the end
and it will not be seen
all our hearts beath the same
falling on our knees and not getting up
rotten flowers crumbling into the ground
the puzzle doesn't fit and so confused
dissapointment in bitter faces
HURT ME
even afraid from our dreams
THE NEED TO BE BIG, perfect pictures
and for what, we all remain tortured
so we all flow with the sea
like everything else should be
LIFE, LOVE the carrots to stick to
bodies humid by their cries
excuses for my english
xxx