Green wings

Green wings


A green background invades my eyes
My table, the glass and a window, that’s all,
The cold air is kissing your thighs
And the sense of terror is surrounding the hall.

Trough the window I see a legion of fire,
Falling from the sky with heresy and rage,
Yet this rain is not enough to extinguish my desire
Because the wolf in my chest likes to climb my rib cage.

And I feel the little wings around the room,
Approaching to your hands of stone,
The star in Venus and your lips in bloom,
But it’s just me and my glass… so fucking alone.

The sweet scent of water and oak,
You can see my feelings smoking a cigarette
Laying around in a floor full of jokes,
So lost and obsessed trapped by your silhouette.

Set me free so I can run quickly to the clock
Trough the time and space outside your games
Away from your screams as a pack and your glances as a flock
Let me die outside devoured by the falling flames.

And I feel the little wings around the room,
Approaching to your hands of stone,
I knew that your sight announced my doom,
But I didn’t know that my body was destined to your throne.

So here I am, in this crystal prison,
Crying green-bitter tears of despair,
The distant window tells me that the sun has risen
I now have lace around my neck and I’m just need to kick the chair…