Dreams followed by starslike sparkling particles that fly away under your breath
You no longer have anything to desire so you content yourself by turning off candles
Forced smiles shaped like cuts on their daily masks
You only still feel alive because you know that you can still bleed
You have picked up the dust of your dreams and used it as a decoration on the
cake of tomorrow
Blow as hard as you can and watch everything fall
While your tomorrow is getting dissected and devoured you
feel a glimpse of life bleeding away
In a deformed sky we are all angels
You flap your wings as you are distancing from yourself
You no longer distinguish reality from fiction but you always
have a broken mask for every occasion