Little girl, little girl, who broke your wings?
But mommy, I don't want to fly anymore.
Just smile and say you don't want any sugar in your coffee today...
Close your eyes and you'll learn to see.
Ahh, all those monsters under your bed will die once you grow up. Such a shame.
Such a shame...
Disturbing? No thanks, turn away.
Swallow the night and move on, morning is on vacation today.
No one who's down tonight will never rise again.
Death shall walk on the clouds of your dreams together with your hopes.
Chase the feathers that drop from your own soul. Paint them black.
Make the happy butterflies cry.
What is true art, if I may ask?
True art is to shut up, poet.
