leaning on the ceiling

Just as if the woods turn grey and dark

appears a warm sparkle in my hand

and everything seems to be

broken and made

confusing thoughts and

everyhting's leaning

on the ceiling

and it's noticeable

how the words in my head

trade with time

and have a game

which all leads to

the perfect solution

of how I'm just a child

lost in the woods grown by

my own attempts of

trying to understand

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Beast of the dark

As soon as the sun shines down it changes all things In the dark and blue shadows you are a beast Hunting on the imaginaries that try to take our minds Sending them back while barking their lust into fear Your eyes turn from black and wild into yellow and full of hope Praising the lights for their return and searching beneath the ground in my sight And yes I know you will always be free and of the dark but you won't lose me

~ lees verder ~

Opvliegende zwanen

Het geluid van opvliegende zwanen is moeilijk te plaatsen Maar als je het dan ziet als je het dan kent klinkt het als nooit tevoren vertrouwd Jouw stem en al je kleine dingen voelen als nooit tevoren vertrouwd Maar als ik je dan niet zie en je weg gaat op het water weet ik niet wat ik moet doen met alleen herinneringen van jouw stem en al je kleine dingen die als nooit tevoren vertrouwd voelden

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About war

When all the things you tried to think were good have suddenly become the source of fear, then at the very place where you first stood has someone dropped an unforgivenlly tear. And on the ground where those now lit the lights I'm standing still but without things to know 'Cause we all be and go just like the tides and can not say: Oh time, I miss you so. Yes, everyhting has changed and not a sign of knowledge here is to be claimed as mine.

~ lees verder ~

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