Insane I am
and no name I trust
Am I pure
or the colour of lust…
While owls sing
cello songs
I scream to the stars
and blow stardust
over your dark nights
writing down
my silver signature…
Whispering
everything you don’t care
and everything
you don’t know about me…
I can fall in your nightmares
but for me
they are no more than purple dreams…
Feel the rain drops
beating outside your world
without pace
in a symphony of madness…
Maybe they are
premonitions or
just hearts made of water…