My Fingers Want To Pick The Bright Stars (Crystalline)
My fingers want to pick the bright stars
that glitter blue in the darkness
The Rain Splashes Soft Against My Cheek (Crystalline)
The rain splashes soft against my cheek,
while it patters wet to the earth.
It had been easy
to avoid something
rotting food remains ghastly.
with cups open,
tomorrow it will waste away, wither.
Bad people like you
stink of a panic-stricken belly
could kill any childhood.
You want more freedom
but your voice rasps in your throat,
as closing prison.
When The Wind Embrace Me Caressing (Crystalline)
When the wind embrace me caressing,
it rustles through the grass as it blows.
Didn’t your parents
sort you out some bloody years ago
from childish disorders?
The Red Ball (Crystalline)
I want to catch the sun’s red ball,
before it light the world with its warmth.
you drive your nails in
I hear you moan, see your glance
the whole world sweeps past.