feathers

my shadow told me that she's having doubts
i asked her why
she said she's nomore sure that i am
her mate
i shooked my head with surprise
so she looked at me and said :
he has your soul
he has your thoughts
you're a man in a shape of a girl...

I smiled, then i took off the smile
i remembered yesterday
the smell
the eyes
of that girl

I could live
but you cant survive a girl with a prefebricated heart
a girl who gets nude to respect your presence
a girl who calls your silence prostitution

Now, my shadow is declaring war against you
she wants me back
back ...
but she doesnt know where to search
and i dont know where i am

your years are causing me pain
more than to you...
and more is demanding for my blood
and my blood is red
just like your face
the last time you prayed...