Trouble

Trouble, it knows how to swim

No matter how deep is the water or

How strong is the stream.

Wherever you go it’ll follow,

Up the highest mountains,

over the edge of the cliff.

A rough, purple rope tied into a knot,

Around your neck, pale as the moon

A white, tangled telephone cord.

My grass isn’t green, it’s rather splattered red.

I think I did something wrong,

And now it’s dead.

I can’t be alone.

170 caps.

White, blue and pink

I’m dipping my face deep

Into a water filled sink

Rabbits are jumping around

Give me your paws for luck.

170 caps, trade them for a new heart

Yellow, purple and green

The bruises are covering me

I was waiting for you

But you weren’t waiting for me.

Red long dress

The wind is undressing me

This weight is too heavy to bear

Now,

Give me the key.

Twenty Four Hours

My heart is shaking

In my chest

Am I really doing

My best?

Crushing under the weight

Of my thoughts

It’s been over 24 hours,

Once again I got lost.

It will never heal, too much

Time has passed.

I’m running away,

But the reaper is too fast.

My fingers are red,

Whose blood is this?

The pain is pulling me

Deep into the abyss.

I finished the whole bottle, but

It didn’t get better.

I lost my voice, but it

Doesn’t even matter

Anymore.