A sphere made of steel inside my heart
Is earning to be free and to break out,
And every time we meet and part.
Reality, I doubt.
The sphere made of steel vibrates,
My heart and soul it assimilates.
It's appetite for flesh unnerving.
What feeling am I now observing?
I cannot sleep, I cannot eat.
My heart accelerates it's beat.
I cannot simply stay discrete,
Consumed by ice and scorching heat.
The sphere opens up,
And wings of steel it sprouts.
We are together and we part,
The world is filled with heavy doubts.
What is this feeling, it's so strange.
Is it the time towards a change?
From bleak and weary situation
A sharp and blinding translation.
What is this feeling in my chest?
My mind by your sway possessed.
I cannot stop, I cannot rest.
I cannot keep these thoughts repressed.
The wings are breaking through the flesh.
Through blood and bone and living mesh.
And spreading like the roots of an unyielding tree.
The wings of steel are yearning to be free.
How can it be? Could it be true?
As I replay thoughts through and through.
No matter what the situation.
You are my dream, and consolation.
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