Too Late

Leave my bed tonight,
to take a walk at the woods,
to sing and dance along with the melodic wind
oh moon don’t leave me alone.
Not tonight.

Sticks and stones,
all the way home so, I run away
to find the place where I do not belong to.
Because this place is overcrowded with the right people and I just
don’t want to stay here anymore.

I’m sorry mother, I got to find a way
leaving a note on the table,
an apologize and a goodbye.
I’ll be missing you, but don’t expect me for dinner.

My white dress on and an empty suitcase I’ll take with me.
A couple pills, a couple scars, a couple songs
and a couple memories.
My hunger for the wild life will never be over if I stay here
by your side, I never felt safe.

My boat sails tonight,
the fiercely calm waters, whisper
in the name of adventure,
adventure, you got me captivated.
I can’t turn back now, I will not turn back.

My fingers caress the finest mantle the water is,
and the wind madly yells at me,
like if the same God by himself was the hell mad at me.
I’ll be back; I’ll be back, some day.
But don’t strike back.

I encounter myself playing at the
finest mental state; I have ever been
when this feeling is present
Melancholy? Happiness?
Excitement? Madness?
I don’t know but don’t want to let this go.

The winds are fierce,
and they decide to guide my boat to another place.
And I catch the midnight stars
like balls of fire within my hands
it burns; it hurts
just as the soul howling inside of me.

Late,

          Escape,

                         Permeate,

There is no point, my love.
I’m living without doing it,
and through these veins run the spirit of the wild
and this heart, is the heart of a life
burning in its own desire to survive.

No, you know I’m not a slave from a world
that doesn’t seem to care about what the rain carries
throughout our beings.
And doesn’t even notice how the sun nurtures us
with its notion rays.

Oh finally,
finally, you found me.
With my weak lungs I try to get some oxygen
and my wild heart, fast races.
Because finally, you found me.

I never had a heart to mend;
I never had a wound ready to heal,
I never had my mind never done.
And love, you know; wild hearts can’t be broken apart.

Late,

You found me.

Late,

I’m taking the breath of life.

Late,

You reach the last taste of life from my lips

Late,

You’re just too late.

Let my body sink into the lake,
let its lullaby make me fall asleep,
you took the very last part of me
now let me rest, because my shattered bones,
won’t last anymore.

Breathe me in, so I can breathe you out
and all my life you’ll take into a whisper,
and the cyanide mixed with blood
and the tears of a coward burn on my chest.

When finally…

Your dirty dagger dirks my chest.

Never forget, I’ll be a free spirit
ready to drip on your being from your very insides.
Never forget, I’ll be a wild heart
ready to drive you painfully insane.

Never forget…

                         …you were too late.