Falling into pieces.

Creating Autumn and Summer's eve.

Congrats to those who can live.

Buried in too deep
I call the wolves and the bees
but nobody ears me.

I'm in too deep.

Falling asleep in the order of life,
sad is my soul
for my mind not being fine.

Call the dark skinned overall of eternity
and not even him, the bright one,
makes me shine.

I know I played too much with life
and death.
Making fun of them makings
into my own little slippery life.

I don't want forgiveness
I just want time.

I know what is and what ain't mine.

Call the spirits of darkness
to get me blue new light.

I call the skin new
but it's my own old
that I knew and know
being mine.

For I have seen the one
that looks with the eyes of all.

I've shaken his hand
and told him
that I won't be long.

Needing to get it all
and fail so completely
that almost feels that I shouldn't gain
nothing from the beginning.

Fall slow soul
and get me a new one
sun.

Or I will call the moon
to get me blue for a long beautifully
introverted time.

Only time.

That's the currency of wiseness.

Believing in that utopia
that makes the demons of today
be angels of tomorrow walk.

And I believe.

That I can and know how to be.

I call it
"Beliving".