everything seems to be strange
locked door waiting for going through
open gates along the scarved road
which one to choose
?

don´t think precious I´m here when you want me to be
my poisoned soul in your angelic palms
a window inside my broken head
try to catch the distance
between
every
rotten day of love

 miss your steps on the evening sessions
spiders still loving on the wall
and your room
behind

 

say hello to all the apples on the ground