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