surface
 

stopped dreaming
waked up
faced surealistic hopes
started to die

it began like it ended
seemed like the same
first complications appeared
thought i could manage it


love made her entrance
flowers released their beauty
everything was fine
this couldnt go wrong


love died
thorns stabbed me backwards
death made his entrance
this had to stop

watched the moon
blood left my body
limbs funging as highway
scars remain

doomned to have no ending
it seemed to lose his grip on me
pain had never felt so good
for such a short time

times changed
pain surched other victoms
and found them
Victory was mine