I pull the trigger at your command,
head down to supply your demands.
My heart pulsates, as a whisper moans nonsenses on a crooked melody of wicked love.
Orders in a foxhole, protected by a line of puppets full of cork.
Hearts of sawdust,
full of a fury that burns from inside.
The resolution of a stalemate,
getting rid of sick feelings,
while this dream is just a pain burst,
dull in the mild calm of a never-ending waiting.
A kiss that’s like a way to heaven or hell.
Me, watching the stillness of my life.
Drown tears on my face, while time, for its nature merciless, ticks forward.
Water becoming warm.
The distance of two rooms.
The distance of an ocean.
Between a kiss and a dream,
eternally looking for a sign.