Victim

Oh you, you're gushing red.
Strategic tactic for the light in your eyes to slip into the void of my head.
At times where I am not supposed to feel dead.
Because of this unstoppable thoughts of you in my dread.
Lies, liars, and cigarettes.
Hidden laughs, and smoky sound of blues trumpet.
In the middle of the night, under your bed.
Waiting for the right time to stab you right behind your head.

Brothers II

Two is enough to fuse with morning dew.
Like the sun that leaks through my box of truth.
Here, take these flannels, and black blue garments.
Dress yourselves in a grungy manner.
Like the imagination of your twisted sister.
The way I dreamed you were.
And let the music surround you in your summer.
Let these spectrums colour your purity and your agony.
And let go of the past, go on with your paths.
Inside the light, we all back home.

Brothers

There there, dear.
Free spirited sunshines, double trouble.
Twin midnight rainbows, twice more beautiful.
Leaner than I, closer to God.
The boys of summer, long lost paradise.
May the light brings you back home.

Rain 2: Night in icy forest.

Oh, there you are, falling from the greatest gig up there, whispering the song of our little affair.
Chasing rainbow in the darkest night, screaming for vengeance of the endless fright.
I was praying, and starving, and craving, and hoping.
Or maybe you are the only answer of my lifelong suffering.
Although I do crave you so in the deepest pit of my bones,
There is still something that I am longing for right now, mean green eyes, light years away, far in the meadows of the West.
And please remember that you are but a dust of evaporated rivers of tears, unspoken hopes, and sacred villainy.

Rain

A part of me was missing months ago.
It ran away in the dustiest day of June.
Under the burning sunlight of the most incomparable summertime.
It ran away along with my lengthy words, and invisible moving pictures.
It ran away, that some people told me to let it go.
It ran away, and they told me it would never come home.

As I gazed to the sky one evening, with my hopes up high to call you back home.
From the ground through the empty skies to where you are.
You seemed to hear my sorrow, my dreams of tomorrow.
I was in a deep silence until you decided to clear my turbulence.
And you fell, beautifully, from the perfect nowhere, and kissing the ground.
With that glorious smell of yours, and your calming instruments.
It's been a while, shall we dance through the night?