At night you could feel magic happening:
the lilac from his lips leaving a trail down the pouring rain,
down
onto the unsuspecting ground,
the lucky one
Earth opened with thundering sound to drown willingly in the scent of his presence
I wonder if hills will echo my heart if I yell out his name
I have no word in this whatsoever,
it was all predesigned,
written in some ancient language
by, now bones and ashes
but then, self proclaimed enchantresses and warlocks
Once a prophet got high on some leaf on our behalf,
a witch burned in smoke trying to reclaim a vision we spread throughout the world,
even before our time
I wonder if she knew I would have given it without her sacrifice
The word 'destiny' has got to be cursed
Knowing that you cant run from this and you don't even want to,
knowing that your life has meaning
but that meaning is stitched to another
flesh to blood to bone,
knowing that war will guilt me into destroying every language that has a word for our names
I'll erase every trail that leads to us,
suspects to crime, running for their own lives
I'll bite and swallow the pain it took for me to do all that
and we will be free from all of this
The word 'love' has got to be real
I wont deny its existence,
if not, all those poets and writers,
opera singers and dancers,
all those kindergarten boys and girls,
teens
must have made a big mistake to believe in something with no proof,
something that gives nothing back save for chewed out trust and spitted warmth
Romantic novels and poetry would be fit for garbage
Sun would die long ago in the eyes of people
Still the word 'lovers' is now a silent movie
Act one, don't mind me, I will give you everything
Liquid rouge from cheeks and blue from heavens make a great mixture
Our heritage is now our biggest weakness
After hours of lonely music,
after black screens with empty words
Act 21, don't mind me, I am just here to take my heart back
I'll leave my weapons as a reminder of this great story
At day you could feel magic unravelling,
salvation reaches our lips leaving nothing more but gasps
Your dreams are all of freedom,
mine too
Separation was a cruel plot twist
I could hear the disappointment of kings,
turned into pained screams of witches,
turned into heavy burden now easing with volume
We changed our fates, of course they'll be mad
We changed written word, we went against history
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//April 2018//
