If then was the world.
I’m now an alien of it.
The home after apocalypse,
Where the scavengers raid.
Have you ever said,
they were your world?
If they were?
How many planet have you travelled till?
You are now an astronaut.
What’s soo beautiful
about the plant in vase
dependent to some person
who is dependent to other person?
Sinking the earth in the sweat of memories.
Risking the time in exchange of remedies.
Never known what this soul has to make.
Darling! Present is real, future is still fake.
Like a shadow in the dark,
I’m hidden.
Like a window in the dome,
I’m forbidden.
I have a fire inside,
burning my soul.
I’m the dark phoenix,
raising from the hell within.