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to the deepest brown,

her eyes are a mystical forest.

There she is,

the enchantress from my midnight dreams

The way words run deep inside my veins

With every beat of my heart

I can feel them flying in circles above me

My dearest lover was a sweet musician

Pulling my heartstrings, making my soul sing

His affection- the prettiest melody

I don't know where to run

No hunger, no fever

No loss, no wager

Could wake your mind

How many years have I been sleeping?

How many hours did I throw away?

I might tell you things some which you won't believe

I wanna view the signals that control your brain

I need a taste I need your everything.

As you enter into my curse

Won't you, baby, sail to me?

You told me my name was the sea

So baby, baby, sail to me

Baby, baby, you're so sweet

I just want to feel warm

like a sunny day in the afternoon

No, not like a sunny day,

more like the warm soup my mother used

to make me every time I was feeling sick

It used to warm me up inside and

make the feeling of sickness dissappear

"The secret ingredient is love" - she would say

Love - her cure for my every little wound

And here I am, wearing the shoes of a grown

woman, still craving the warmth of the soup

and the carelessness of a sunbathing bird.

And I wonder when did everything turn cold

Let your heart in, and I’ll kiss every pore

If I could always have you around

There’s a tune here, but it has no sound

But your heart is where mine lies.

Darling just calm me with your voice

Drowns in the liquid gold

Cherished his life to the underworld

Meet me flashing when winter cries

Pisces swimming through the river

All their life against the stream

Searching for a hook to catch on

The nightflowers shine the brightest.

And they do it

Although we won't find them here.

Because they ripped themselves up

By the roots.

And now they are standing on two feet .

And bloom in the lady that's dancing next to me

Turn out the lights and be at ease

I feel I live along the brim

Of giving up and giving in

So hear me now, without mistake

In case I falter and I break

Without a doubt, let me be clear

My soul is too wild for this little box. I just want to slide down the colored spiral, but the thread of reality is wrapped around my neck like a noose - if I fight against it, it tightens even more. There is no air in this room, in these lungs.

Here I am again alone in this room with no air. I can't speak but my thoughts are bullets.

A victim and a villain. Fragile as Lily of the valley, tough as a forest beast.