With broken bones through screams and scary darkness,
Through thin line of the world and chest suppressed
I'm breathing you till I feel pain and stuffness
To canvas breathing out just helplessness.
My face is dead and scattered into stones.
My fingers are just little stronger then
The scretching, dry and tasteless breakfast brownies
Which were in prison of my dreams and covers left.
I'm lost in nets of bitter poisoned rivers,
They're covering my face, a painted veil...
My words are grapes not ripe enough
but make you drunk with tears
And make the iron of your heart easily melt.
I am a goddess, I'm your inspiration,
I am your comfort and the only refuge left.
I am a burden, darkness, I'm frustration!
Just run away, you'll never pay your debt.
Run faster, let the winds blew out my lights.
But sharper strings will turn and louder the sound.
It doesn't matter how long and dark your nights,
The thread untorn will pull you back
to my unstable ground.
I'm drunk enough but can't fall in oblivion,
Though my tekilla forced with tears is more than strong.
I'm cursed with pain I feel and blessed one in a million,
It clears my mind so all its pitches turn me on.
The time was stopped as birds that flying freely
Trapped suddenly with flatness and the frame
Through thin line of the world my prison's busy.
With oil and canvas only Freedom is my name!