My mood is like the weather It changes with unexpected ways Creating a mosaic Based on the antithesis Of cold and warm colours
If you could read in my eyes You would discover a shade of grey When I smile Because even when (I am) collecting Moments of happiness My mind descends in my shrine To pray in front of the candle of life
And its flesh parts are slowly melting Slipping down like white worms
(The) walls around are decorated With nailed butterflies Each one a happy thought Pretty but old and lifeless
The thirsty for joy is never gratified Only grow as pain interrupts Our wishes and help us learn Through the alphabet of scars
