Turn off the lights,
take a deep breath,
relax and feel
what is inside you.
What color is your skin in darkness?
What age you can feel under the water?
Does that all ever matter,
when you are inside a black bag?
Crimes are too many,
but where those enough
to make us believe we are strangers
in our own world?
Is our fault not to believe
not to know or feel
cities fall, oceans dry and continents disappear,
will we end our lives because of a spear?
The trick is to keep breathing
Unfortunately mostly not pure air
Because we made that, what you see in the space;
that gray cloud over your city.
I am not the only one
I see, and never trust anyone
I am not the one that tracks you down;
you can get what you want and stay around
darkness protects and takes everything from you
what for to be human anyway, when you can be You.
