this page was blank
just seconds ago
before I decided
to ink away for a while
inviting you in
I`ve got this strange feeling
my fingers are shaking
I go, do I want to share this
or should I just leave it be
hang tight
a castle`s on fire
dreams alike
the paint`s curling up
like bacon
before it hits the floor
thick smoke
filling room and space
rapidly consuming all oxygene
no pockets of survival
found around here
not even for a single gasp of air
the morning after
a thick fog has replaced the smoke
the garden looks the same
never touched by a single flame
something changed, though
the morning after
there are no heroes around here
none of the villagers came
to put the fire out
no one came to gawk
they all stayed at home
eyes closed and in silence
a castle`s on fire
dreams alike
the paint`s curling up
like bacon
before it hits the floor
thick smoke
filling room and space
rapidly consuming all oxygene
no pockets of survival
found around here
not even for a single gasp of air
a castle`s on fire
dreams alike
the paint`s curling up
like bacon
before it hits the floor
thick smoke
filling room and space
rapidly consuming all oxygene
no pockets of survival
found around here
not even for a single gasp of air
so what happened
to the king
so what happened
to the queen
what happened to their children
you may wonder
nothing
they weren`t home
now the page is full
of my ink
and somebody`s laughing
