The boy in a box

There’s no reason outside
I’ve been laced with fragile warnings all over the place
Will you respect it?
If you ever take me out of the box
Where you’ll place me?
If I’m broken
Will you replace me?
Or will you fix me?
I rather stay than see for myself.

Dystopia

Breath in and turn away from the sun coming on from the window
The truth was slapped on your face
And in between the lines
And you wasn’t even there to hold you tight
To move your legs and leave
And you insist to keep on going
When even your subconscious and your supposed-to-be utopia tells you there’s no way
You keep on thinking, oblivious from the warnings of your mind
You keep on fighting the tide.
And everything around and inside you throws more water
That you swallow,
But then you’ll drown.
And you’ll realize again that they were right all that time.

Mislead

He said it burns
It sticks deep into his flesh
It’s sour like the rain falling outside
It’s sweet as the blood that falls as he shivers
The seconds his gaze turned to me
I know I’d follow him anywhere
He had nothing to lose
And so did I
But at the moment the grazes and scars faded
We both went our separate ways
He had nothing to lose
But I

Perfect Stance / A million points of ligt

Staring at yourself you see
What I meant to be
Eternity sounds so fine now
And the feelings
Our hollow eyes in hunger will swallow

And when the moon shines in the sky
Loom in perfectly sentimental tone
We’ll sing forever

And may be perfect
And may be the worst of our time
Five hundred days
Six hundred nights
Thousands millions of seconds you stayed
And we had become what we so much loved

Our time in an hourglass
Our feelings in a bottle
Our life in a choir’s book
The entire world will stop to see
It’ll seem all right when the choir starts to sing
And the bells in perfect synchrony

And may be perfect
And may be the worst of our time
Five hundred days
Six hundred nights
Thousands millions of seconds you stayed
And we had become what we so much loved