Storm

creating moods, soothing colours
can not escape, your reference points
trapped in bounderies, true frustration
artificiell love it’s the love for yourself
that’s the way you work, in the shape of a ghost
got to hide myself
that’s the way you talk, like a brick in the wall
got to close myself
it’s a gift, we haven’t asked for
it’s a poison, I would not drink
stop to use it, would it be the end?
learn how to win, without loosing
and still we live, in those empty corridors
seeking shelter, bone-crushing fear
heavy footsteps, I’m pale in the daylight
nervous as I am, calling of the game