The Wildcard Entry
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."