The Wildcard Entry

She was made of stars and smiles

Just like the sight of a shooting star, so worthwhile

Many a night she slept my lips singing lullabies to her lips

But I was the art she didn't have the courage to finish

While my mind fucks me harder than her body

Finding the suffering in someone else eyes

I don't pity myself anymore for the clouds of grief had drained away

But still, the scar on my heart is buried deep inside

They have their roots penetrate in my veins by your abode

The stubble on my face reflects the poison in my body

The redness of my eyes mull over the hatred in my heart

But then she came, so different, yet powerful

Who drank my poison and sowed the new seeds of love

Who watered those seeds in the middle of Strom like a wildcard entry

Who picked me up, smiled at me

And said, "come on love; there's more to trust and live."