Sleepless years have pasted
All my dreams nightmares
I never look for a future
The past is my home
I run
scream
cry
fall
I never escape
My mind is a prison
The film always running
The main character
My failures
I shake the bars
They move like maniacs
Nobody comes
There are no horizons
A blood red moon lights the lobes
I only hear half of a statement
The rest becomes wind
Searching for acceptance
I am a pumpkin
Hard on the outside
Soft on the inside
Within there stands a romantic
She cries when reading dramas
She giggles like a teenager
Her heart is always warm
How I miss her
The floods drown her into nothing
I am a pumpkin
Hard and unforgiving
My softness hidden from the undeserving
