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“The Trees”
Blink this fairy tale away
I’m living a whorish life
Feel my calmness as it breaks
My teeth overlap my soul now.
Nothing I can do
To make my face unknown
Renown
Please
I need a day
To fly away
To non-existing lands
To tear my thoughts
Shredding them to millions.
Peeking at a new morning
With nothing but myself
Start all over
Out of the blue
Into the ocean I flow.
I want to be an angel
Living but so good
Nothing I do
Will be the devil’s friend
But the angel
Would burn his hands.
Blink to innocence now
What is this world?
Or is it I?
I want to get out of it
Fuck me
Or this life I’m living
This joke
This dream of me.
Just maybe I’m not real
Nothing is real
Oh, God
Why me?
I want to just lay my flesh
Upon burning forks
So I can feel
How I made others.
But, no, I will not
Be of the devil
Not be his daughter of hell
I will wait
I will pray
This must lead to a brighter place
One that seems so far
Escaping this would only kill me
And destroy what I could earn.
I leave to look at myself
To figure out a destiny
Where I’ll go
Who I’ll be
All depends on the trees.
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