“For good
wishes”
or
“idiot still
thinks women are angels”
Blurred waves
In a prison
of pain,
Suffering ,
Just go on,
go on and through.
Listening to
vanity,
Running towards
inside
Where ‘no
hope?’ lurks.
But you can
find wings of light.
But still desire
Flying
High and
far,
the sound of the flute
In the
forests of my night.
I am burning
from inside,
But my head
is cold as ice,
And my
hands are swelling,
Glittering with
guilt.
A terrible
old man
I will look
out for you
Untiring,
steadily.
I will
touch you
With my mind
I will seek
you
with my
soul
i will take
you in my arms
like a bird,
and I will
rest my head
in your
heart
.
