King

they clap their hands to the rhythm of my defeat
they feast my pain
they yell out glory when I'm down
they challange my crown

I can't loose, I'm a King without a country
I can't win, don't know where to begin

they steel my empty treasure
they burn my ashes
they starve the hungry
they feed the greedy

I can't loose, I'm a King without a country
I can't win, don't know where to begin

they dance on my grave
but my coffin is empty
they feed on my blood
who is the sucker?

I can't loose, I'm a King without a country
I can't win, don't know where to begin

Deeply yours

A clock is ticking.
I hear it somewhere, everywhere.
The silence lasts longer than the sound,
30 seconds longer than an hour.

I'm marcked.
If you don't talk to me
the colours will change their names,
the sun will shine at night
and the birds will crawl the earth.

I shouldn't have asked for your blood
we spilled it together.
We are wounded now
scarred for life
Cicatricé, they say in French

If you don't listen to me
songs will be unwritten,
poëms won't rhyme
and everybody will hear the silence.

I shouldn't have asked for your soul
the content was yours
my mind was too confused
my heart stitched
but hopefull

The clock stopped ticking now
I'm naked in body and soul
I smell the unknown
but was never smarter

Everything may vanish
My love will always remain