Flashback

i had

a flashback

of something

that never existed;

me passing

my hands

gently

through your hair

in a way

you could never believe it.

of everybody

you're the one

I can't have.

Don't you know that

red-haired women

they are fairies?

and that they whisper

in some human ears

all kind of possibilities

at night?

it make the chosen ones

live in a

dream.

it make the chosen ones

cry by the sky.

before birth

i believe god picked some of us

for a reason

to take care of these

mystical fairies.

for it they may live

in forever suffering,

it consumes the futile meanings

of men's kind existance.

it's like to see the doors

of heaven

but inside heaven you can't get.

cause by knowing

how do heaven

look like

what bastard would prefer to be

in hell?

Could it be

the meaning

of my existance, oh Lord?

With all these feeling

putted down, locked

in a heart-cage like a shell?