Toys On The Moon (Chapter Four) Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

'There's this girl that I'm not allowed to have
that paints my canvases in some nights.
Tonight: '

They crash their lies into the naive part of your heart
punching their way through,
in the blue room of love
where your beauty lies naked and delicate.
Dressed in greed their eyes,
absorb as much as they can, of you.
Someone's hands are touching the beautiful parts of this heroine,
corrupting dreams into nightmares,
a million times more sadistic than the usual ones,
until you become ugly, even in the heart of your heart.

Undressing you in the moon's cliche,
near the end of the world,
where no one can peep or touch you,
I'm different from them,
but of course I'm a monster too,
did you expected otherwise of me?

Envelope me in love my love,
I don't care that you don't love me anymore.
Wrap my lips in your kisses
and as you do this, tie your hands around my neck as well,
for these are the things that create my words.

It's killing me,
this world where you don't read what I write.