I guess it's nice to draw circles on ice...
There's struggle in my inside, rotating, trying in vain to reach the balance.
Your hands are playing with my hands,
It's not a game of crazy eights,
I lost myself between the land and ocean, but still,
I'm craving for eternal touches of devotion.
Days and days are falling on my shoulders like heavy snow, they go by, I'm terrified, I can't let go.
You'll look at me and think I'm odd, you'll see the past in my eyes and you will not find yourself.
I'll wonder in your mind like a ghost, chasing thoughts that you believe the most.
We put up a show,
Always wearing hairy masks, but it's ok, don't worry,
My soul is already filled with snow.
Oh please, let me touch the fire, I miss the beautiful burn,
Oh please, bring this blinding light to nocturne.
...attempt to write a poem...
