Last Words

The stars- they have moved
In front of my eyes
The same as that night
In Orlando
I needed a proof
To stop being rude
To everyone else
But myself though
The leaves are dark-green
They breathe in the sun
The elements merge into me now
I needed a kiss... you offered a gun
Both ways it will lead to the 9th cloud.
The violence bites
The violets bloom
My favourite lyrics are famous
My hope slowly dies
In an infinite gloom
But spirits are offering scales
To which I could grow
To which I could pray
To whom I have given my freedom
Won’t care if you go
Won’t care if you stay
It’s God and not you I believe in
The circle of life
As the circle of death
The wheel of anonymous fortune
I know I can dive
Alone in the cave
For me it’s a choice, not a torture
And dry are my hands
From burning on fire
Of touching the things that are hidden
My back-it won’t bend
It fuels desire
It helps me not sink in the river
The crown and the skull
Are the mischiefs of time
They show up in numbers and symbols
They look at me, dull
From the walls that I climb
They are the last words that I scribbled

I’ve given you mine, you’re giving me rhymes...
Now think: can it be just that simple?
Have spoken no lies.
Commited no crime.

Remember the smile and the dimples.