Welcome, my little prize. Welcome to my abode
Here you come without a doubt or a code
No one to judge you, your actions or your thoughts
No person to tell you things that you ought
Come, ah slowly, come to my trap
Numbly do you feel your fingers wrap
around mine, tricks are bygone
With my presence, dear, you’ll never be alone
Just keep an eye for the naughty and the cruel
And stoke up your ego, your anger with fuel
Nothing to harm you, for harm yourself are
Nobody dares challenge what’s there in the stars.
Don’t drink Pepsi and Coca Cola together. Dangerous combination.
Be afraid of the immortals
That seek mortality
Be aware of the portals
That destroy your morality
Be keen to search for the past
That traces out your fears
Be the person that at last
Would remain the ruler for years.
She was good, brave and smart
There was no soul that was kinder
But the one who stole her heart
Was a wicked, cunning spider.
I told myself I could fit the world
like jigsaw pieces, shattered
By the hand of an unruly parent
shouting at a small child
Angry at his obsession with
Fixing things back in their place.
I could even be the melody
droned on and on by a lonely
kid, sitting in the corner of
a graveyard. But dead memories
were not what I could be
Some deranged, bedraggled devil
Sporting dark eyes and a ravenous
smile. And hair that echoes midnight
complete with a silver moon that
yearns for the touch of the sun.
I could be everything.
The sand, the foam, the window
where the sun beat down its fury
Yet I was nothing.
I had no place in paradise or purgatory.
What happens when you try to fit the world? When you try to be something you’re not? This account tries to explain the turmoil in a symbolic way.