The Wall

Entering through the wall
I scratched my slippery shadow
With a clash of the cold
Light that fell into my empty world
Making it even darker than all of my thoughts
In my brightest dreams
I saw a little bit more
Of my own kingdom
Behind the wall of my fears and lies
All looks different now
But it's still the same
With my eyes closed.

Prisoner

Before I knew I got my wings
They made a cage to fence me in
Put me in chains and took the key
And made a prisoner out of me.

But after all I realize
The strength that comes from being weak
I see the world behind the bars
Of prison that belongs to me.

My will is forcing me to fight the pain
The instinct can't be wrong
The wild is calling from within
The prisoner of the dying world.

The Fire

Won't you share your fire with me
Till I find the steady ground.
Help me find the real me
If I ever can be found.

I was looking for a clue
All I ever found was lies.
How can I believe the truth
that I never seem to find?

Once you freed me from my hell
I was trapped into this world
Trying to keep the real flame
That should never ever burn.


Fell to the Sky

In that sad and broken world
She found the perfect form of adiction
Racing dragons with butterfly wings
Bathing her brain cells.

Black leather jacket, wrapped in net
With bare feet. Dying hair red.
Blowing bubbles and watching them fall
To the ground as her head explodes

Broken glass, the darkness fades
She runs, she falls, she crawls
Dew drops cutting her feet
But she knows she fell to the sky.


Running

You're running all the time
Start breathing instead.
The air is heavy or is that the mood.
Open your eyes now
When you can see
Look around and choose the path.
Little footprints will follow you
Down to the end
And when the journey is over
They'll lead your way back.

(c) Alexandra Pruskurina
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