You look for the shade
to hide you from the cancerous Sun,
Boiling eruption of Sin.
you dont realise you can hide
in your own shadow.
Lock yourself in the black hole of yours
and swim in the perched tears.
you'll get possessed
with the demons that stand near your lungs,
with demons that eat feelings for brunch.
You are so naive,
there is no life, just coco tree.
Dry out feelings and hide from what you believe,
because, darling, this world is no relief.
You try to endure,
but everything is blur,
like your hart- down to eart.
Take another sip of life now,
let your liver turn in to ash and dust.
Fed up with fear, ill remind you it is real.
