Hold your flower

I guess I cannot feel the cold heat of my skin

I guess I cannot tell the awful things I’ve seen

But one thing is sure I got lot of spleen


I saw the moon split in two halves

A black hole swallowing all the stars

Something collapsed in me deep inside


I awoke suddenly screaming and sweating

It’s dark around night full of silence

Since two months I get this dream every night


I guess I’ll get through it soon or later

This mess will leave as a nightmare’s fear

And I will awoke pure as ever


I guess I cannot feel the cold heat of my skin

I guess I cannot tell the awful things I’ve seen

But one thing is sure I got lot of spleen