My Transparent Heart

I'm not, what I believed to be
My face is the grimace of a drowning ghost
Submerged by memories
My orbits look hollow and blank
My chest is reigned by autumn's breath
Hosting nothing but the shards of barkless ebonies
All these embodied shapes seem like strangers to me now
Thieves that stole my youth...won't hurt me again
Ranked like mute sentinels, set in naive reveries
Your chants are the cries of a thousand dying birds
Your rigid javelins in my side I wear
And on my back a grove of willows appears
Withered and parched, each with a hollow trunk
For as long as I am able to save my transparent heart
I won't let you ruin the most precious part of me.

The pattering of the rain
Is the soundtrack of my life
I am a lone wolf, survivor or beast?
But I have never been companionless
When I cried there was someone who cried with me
When I lost, there was someone who lost with me
We were comrades in misfortune
Hurt companions for a lifetime
Late at night we're driving through this town
Together ... But both alone
I looked into her eyes and saw
Nothing but dying dreams
Suddenly she grabbed my hand
And I could feel her cold fingers around mine
We drove right through the middle of the storm
Me and my best friend, named solitude.

The eyes saw an empty street
Our shivering bodies felt two silent hearts
The wind sent us some yellow leaves
And what we got was a blue story
A story about rain
A story about the whirling sky
A story about dreams and struggle
And this neverending longing for freedom.