For You..

Here I am, trying to survive, day and night playing with life,
avoiding what's right, the feelings so bright, my mind is just a bit more than fine at slaying what's kind, and nice.
The best of my kind I have become, just like a bottle of the most aromatic, fruity , refined, bloody, red wine, designed to catch you by surprise..  
Trading money, risking lives, lying with my devilish smile hiding my sharpened teeth behind it,
gambling with eternal silence just to feel a bit alive, you know..
Adrenaline and shit, is like the best damn hit of the meth
that I have acquired for free from drug deals ..
I'm sure you know..
Luckily though, my future's pretty god damn sublime,
I control my fate all the time, and other people too,
believing I'm fucking divine while I'm secretly living an exciting life of crime in an effort to kill and silence the emptiness in my mind.
I am untouched outside, marching towards fame confidently protecting myself from the rain,
I am kinda glad though, for I have fully mastered the methods of our age..
Money,influence,power,pain.            
Money,power,influence,pain...  
Should I be ashamed?
In the end it doesn't even matter, you are not a person,
But only a puppet and..

Bang-bang-bang, before you realize, after having payed the most expensive price,
you have grabbed your lifeless prize.
Emotions long gone,dying,hanging dry outside.
You have nothing of value left inside your trip to eat, but shit and lies..
What you looking at boy, did you expect to not pay at all?
This is not how it works here..
Open your faded eyes..
Stop tripping, you have carelessly traded your happiness you stupid boy,
and much, much more..

I know babe, you are finding it quite funny, that a poem about you, starts with the dark conclusions I made in my short life,
I bet you're like ''what the fuck is he writing?''.
However, I'll ask you this, don't you agree with me?
We cannot call this a world sweetheart, can we?
I mean look around you, people live to be fake, and die for material things,
things that are empty inside..
At least me and you, are not like that and you know it.
Otherwise I would have not tried to grasp your attention in the first place.
We must free ourselves,
playfully dance in the air, confidently, laugh in the face of despair, and let ourselves feel,
unlike the mindless robots in this world.

I'm treading down this road alone, successful, confident, famous, higher than the best dope, with a burning desire for the throne,
Never allowing any kind of space for hope or fate to help me fearlessly feel what I honestly desire and cherish much more than what I have described above..
But deep inside I actually hope I found someone to revive in me,
what I was forced to leave behind when I was just a kid.
A fire strong enough to melt this freezing ice,
which like bloodsucking lice had viciously feasted upon my aching heart.  
Darling, I must confess that when I'm staring inside your shiny eyes,
I see the fire that I see in myself, at times.

Don't you agree that feelings are the finest form art in here?  
Well, if you do, it must be because your magnificent,complex,
passionate painting is beautifully portrayed to me,
a fellow painter, not like the rest,
and I am amazed, and rather really dazed for this is rare,
Rare to feel.
Rare to witness.
Rare to define..
I'm sure you have seen it in my eyes too, at least once,
or being the smart girl that you are, more like two-hundred times.
A crazy little boy, leaving my past experiences behind,  
blocking my mind,
in an effort to be kind to my heart again,
giving you what's mine.
You make me want to feel again as well, and give you all I have,
all I can find, without awaiting for something in return,
except just, the feeling of warmth, created by your truest, naked form..
I will not let you burn no more, I've felt your pain and much more before.
You are not alone, my crazy little girl,
For this I'm sure.
I'm here with you, and as I had described before,
whoever fucks with you will be shown no remorse..
That's it, no more lies, I'm done with wearing my disguise, me and you, shall feel alive, energetic and light as the clouds in the endless blue sky, and grow, and laugh, and thrive...
For two are better than one for sure, much more damn fine, much more right..
Lookin' inside your eyes , I see my past,a beautiful,vibrant,pure soul which is just unable to comprehend the dark, and illogical ways of this world
and gracefully tries to leave the past behind, as it desires feelings, and wants to know more about that, which makes our inner fire grow,
a way to keep smiling, a way to sustain that fascinating, blinding glow..
I'm pretty sure I have felt and perhaps know from somewhere,sometime long, long ago, the glow of a soul that's raw..
Your appetite for life, and food, is bound to grow with me hanging around,
as I will only aim for your sweet and sexy voice to sound,
like you are in one of Earth's finest, most pristine gardens,
mesmerized by the hypnotic aroma and textures of nature's most stunning flowers,
filled with excitement and joy while you are caressed
by the gentle, calming breeze of the fresh air.
This is what I see in you.
You are like one of nature's most beautiful, rare flowers!
This is why I stroke your body endlessly with all my affection, and care,
This is why I play with your hair when you're not fully there,
Why I make you laugh in any way I can,
Why I passionately kiss your soft lips filled with emotion..
I will be there my girl,
I will try my best to be fully aware,
and not leave you alone with any dangers that you face or fear,
I will try my best to help you pick up the pieces that you lost in your maze.
I will not allow the formation of even a single fucking frown, my charming little soul,
for I cannot stand seeing sad you like that.
I will not let you fall..
In fact , I cannot bear feeling that you're down at all..
So up we shall fly, in the beautiful, infinite sky,
lighting it on fire with our intense feelings during the pitch black night..
It's funny how we intertwine in such a way,
perfectly connected by fate or luck at this point of our life.
It reminds me of the aroma created by the fruit used in the most carefully refined,
bloody red wine.