Delivered by the devil

Demons fall asleep

Once i drift into my dreams 

They are far too deep
Where no one listen my screams

They live in my shadow
They feed in my flesh and blood
They are cries and sorrow
They live in the mud

But they don't spread anymore
They now are kept in that grounds
Im not helpless like before
Cries stopped, i can hear new sounds

Delivered into the hell
From the womb made of stone
Now free... i feel and i can tell
I am finally coming home

For friends with love

Bring your fairy dust

I will bring broken wings 

Cry and laugh we must

Leave behind the golden rings 

I am no soldier but i fight 

I am no child but i play

Delivered by the devil but with light 

Will be ashes but now i am clay 

Let's just BE and play

                    .... 

... While i am still clay...

Bring your world to mine

I will lead mine to yours

Human essence can be a good wine

One that came in so many colours 

 

... So let's just BE without delay... 

                  .... 

... While we are still clay... 

Sailing in my sea

Gambling pieces of memory between my fingers... I think of who I became after so much sea. My demons are finally drowning between my waves but i still hope to go further and take them into the deepest ocean... May i will find a way to do it... In between i will keep sailing this boat looking for my treasures and i know they are not so far... I am letting go dead weight so i can carry more stars... In my treasures i can find the heart of those who sail with me, my dearest friends and family that love me for who I am and who appreciate my victories like i do for them, and genuinely are happy for me... I do love dreams, they blow me to far lands, were otherwise i would never go, they plant flowers on my paths and paint moons in my sky... So when i go to bed i fall asleep dreaming with the most fortunate events, they guide me into my deepest layer and they work on my heart, healing my deepest bleeding wounds, they tell me that every thing will be alright and i drift into a inner peace, enough time to recharge batteries and replace the lenses which i look the world outside. So i have learned that there is no perfect journey and all the steps bring a risk, however boats are made to cross the sea and if in the way i lose my boat i know i will have enough stars in my pocket to spring my wings and fly away... There is never a end but always new beginnings ❤️