I write, delete and write again,
probably there’s no word to define
define what i feel like or define what you feel
Silence, fright, accusation.

I know you are scared, scared of losing me.
But fear fuels fear,
slowly blinding conscience
alienating you further away into dark, deep crevasse

your green and purple judgement,
born out of Hade’s land
slowly sucking
sunshine, flowers, dreams.

Makes me wonder and question love
someone whispers, love aint here anymore
look around afraid, afraid of meeting reality
Reality, you  missed me, didn’t you?

Show is over, close the story book.