About what?

I come back,
in this time black,
to you, to everything you can do.

Warm my soul,
fill in my heart a hole,
soften my pain,
kill this tickle in my vein,

Give me sweet discomfort,
give me chains and clear air.

Some hope,
some unwanted emotions,
maybe some bitterness,
maybe some hate.

Label my soul
label my condition,
take away my youth,
my time, my truth.

Real discontent,
ill, faded happiness.

Inside you're screaming,
getting numb, releasing,
eating and scratching viciously.

Turning into a slave for you
with you as a destroyer.

Everythings in a blurr,

Dizzy and confused.

A life depends on those 5mm.

On these..
Pills.. oh lovely pills...

Rise.

The fallen
grass reminds me of you.
A green touch it gives.

Dark doubt
in every thought,
every eye,
every touch.
Further more
higher hopes
and ahead of you,
behind you,
in you,
pride.

Rise without a face,
in the walls of the deaf landscape,
and dead branches.
My wings are collecting the lightning
from the evil clouds.
It is a place of pain,
that bites.
Downhill,
and suffering,
a rumble of thoughts and dreams.