eternal, dark

Last night

I dreamt about dying

good night, sleep tight

there was nothing all around me

but I was conscious

good night, sleep tight

sweet dreams, baby

see, nights have been created

to accustom us

to eternal darkness

that will come

soon

gwynnbleidd

Gwynnbleidd.

two thousand miles away

he walks upon the coast

his milk white hair

like a storm

his yellow eyes

as yellow as a wolf’s eyes

his face and his back

a constellation of scars

his steps

silent

there’s no sound

Gwynnbleidd means

the White Wolf

you seem so far and away

shout, scream

Shout

I am shouting while I’m looking on my fingers

Scream

I am screaming when I look into my eyes

Pain

it’s so painful to think about all those things

that ever happened to us

Shout

I wanna hear you shouting out your guilt

Scream

I wanna hear you screaming our names

Pain

I want you to feel that pain

that  you caused

and that will never go away

lions, beasts

he sees a cliff and a lion steps inside his dreams
there it is, with a mane blown in the winds
could someone help him see the stars in its eyes?
it's so calm, so loud, so proud, so cruel, so vile
he raises his hand to show the awe to the beast
it is wild, it is free, yet its heart is not mean
and there I am with a tattoo on myleg
he sees the mane, the wind, stars and dreams
forgets what's real, I bring him to his knees
and there I am with a lion...

and I dreamt about him last night
he was a victim

game

I caught him
when I fell in love
and he caught me
at the same time

faith, belief

when you cross a cemetery

you have to pay attention

between all those graves

between all their hands

they are touching us

but we have forgotten

and we have no faith

no more

they are kissing us

stroking our heads

sometimes don’t care

they’re invisible

so when you cross a cemetery

the ground is full of them

and the air you’re breathing

is made of love

for those who don’t believe

they have gone forever

but we know that

when we cross a cemetery

we have to look for us

one of the graves could be ours

cause  we are between the deads

fear, scream

where do bad people go when they die?

they don’t go to heaven where the angels fly

they go to a lake of fire and fry

won’t see them again unless you cry

fear

I can’t stand this day

scream

I see them and feel them

I can’t believe, I don’t want to

but they are near

in my memories

they’re waiting on the other side

my head explodes

I cover my ears

but they cry inside me

I cover my eyes

but they laugh under my eyelids

laughter

laughter

all I hear and see is laughter

there’s no you

except in my dreams tonight

august, december

I've finally figured out
we're somewhere between
between the end of the line and the middle of nowhere

here I am
in this empty space
living on my own
trying to touch the edge

I want to be good
I want to be God 

please don’t wake me

no don’t shake me

leave me where I am

I look on my fingers

lazily

I scratch my arms

time hangs

heavily

I scratch my legs

shouting your name

and there’s no escape

it started five years ago

in August, and now

do you remember September

will you stay in December