This devil inside me never let go,
Not ever will until I blow
All the metaphors are self related,
My environment more and more hated.
Looking into future like its here,
Trying to hear this whisper in my ear.
Something prevents my soul,
Don't know if its heart ending in the black hole,
It is probably her eyes in the moon,
That will call for me soon.
I had a dream that I was floating in the sky,
Like a bird very high,
Could see assassin walking down the road,
I didn't pay attention, I knew it was just a code.
I had a wish to take me away,
'cause I knew it was not my way.
Some day maybe I will take care,
And not only be sitting in the chair,
More of them will notice,
Special beauty in metaphor of this lotus.