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[Porzellanschreibt]

Sweet  inner child of mine
Stars burn and shine as they die
I burn in the black of your eyes
And my lungs are like the two poles 
With a frozen heart floating inside
Tonight I’m putting my pen aside 
I’ll wear white as a sign for peace 
Let’s make peace
Turn off all the lights
I don’t want to see your tears 
Sweet inner child of mine 
I’m scared of this poem
If I were to die on the streets
Would that change the world 
Or would it change you? 
Or are they both one and the same?!
The words which stray on your lips
Flow down my cheeks 
Down the rivers
Down the springs 
Down the perfect painting which is now 
Ruined by the black tears
Of a depressed painting brush 
Smudged all over the place
Like my thoughts all over this text
Like my never ending nightmares
And if you were to live my nightmares
You’d all suicide yourselves day and night 
After being already put in the graves