Walking alone
In this forest I own
Whatever things happen
I got some control
The man in the back
is never leading the way
to the end of the path
or a place I can lay
I got to a rock
It was rough and steep
Whatever the hell was
Started giving me the creeps
In the moment I turned
Everything got blurry
The power of the soil
All my thoughts in a hurry
This old lady screamed at me loud
I looked straight at her eyes
And disappeared in a cloud
I think I know things can die slow
All your blood can run away
And will be the end of the show
Acrobats in lines
Throwing things in the air
Kamikaze’s and suicides
Both you have to be wake
I got a bullet in my head
For all I wanna be
I can never hide myself
Or my needs to be free
The war I have to win
Is all made up by me
Bullets and grenades
And a bomb in a tree
I tell myself
Let me be your friend
Together forever
enemies can die on a trench, or in a bench..
it’s all so strange…


by Rafilds