Something You Need to Feel from the Artificial Romance

Something about the cold,
The long night's walk
Tapping knees by clasping fingers,
Fantasies blinding while melodies flowing.

The only knives left on your back are the words,
Haunting, black and blue.
Inks scattered, spiking its way through
Exploding, trying to inflict its edge.

Beautiful this world might be by pills,
But solely the sender's note kills
It creeps and terrorizes
There's nothing on earth that's worse.

Follow the pigeons,
Believe in whitish blankets, guns and roses,
Bedtime stories, your bestfriend's gossips
Find what you're looking for, nothing more.

Go north, the south says
He who tried to bomb the sun, burns himself
Not because of the heat,
But from the never ending beat.

It reverberates,
Each ear anxious
Hoping for retreat.
How long will the crows fly?

Till the drifting ends,
The clocks tick a million times
Aids the wounds,
But will continue to bleed.

Wise or fool,
It's fate.