Future Black / Red Flag

There is only one thing I cannot have

But this time I won’t tell.

It makes me bad, it makes me unbalanced.

The force of the lonely morning

At least I’m not asleep,

if I were, A dream with real connotations will appear

And even though I woke up, I would still be having this eternal feeling of emptiness.

Of things I cannot reach.

The impossibility of feeling good two days in a row

Time here, time takes so long.

Time should need to end, as well as there shouldn’t be a next number.

The immensity of this deep depression, Is what keeps me going on

There shouldn’t be fake smiles, there should only be love

But truth is, hates takes over every day,

In the confined spaces of my being

There is a burning hope that refuses to kill itself

And we can paint the future black

And we can put a red flag at our door

At the end nothing seems to help but those.

And there’s no need for that flag anymore

Because no one is knocking on my door

So why should I care, if there is nothing left to do.

There’s no need to lock the door

Someone will find me any way...

The fall of an angel, the ascend of a demon

I’m the wicked thoughts; I am the hand that pushes towards carnality.