Phantom
I inherited a heart of glass
that doesn’t make it easier
to leave and loose the past
you know, little glitterchild
with the big green eyes
so many dreams
hope
The dreams are trashed relics now
Inside my museum of death
But hope survived, exept
I lost my wings to get
So how can I come closer
cuffed hands and barbwired soul
how can I still reach
the childhood dreams…my goals
tell you a secret friend, life ’s a wicked game
play as long as you like, but lose
and only your sunbleached bones remain
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