Solilóquio

there's no good

there's no evil

i don't know a thing about future

i can't do shit about the past

for instance, there's no time other than now

there's no thing such as sin

we are what we are now

and we souldn't bear any wound

but i swear i'm afraid all the time

because

it seems there's no now at all

i'm floating between things and

i'm drowning in tears from my past

if i say to you that i'm tired of swimming

and if i say to you that i feel already dead

isn't it the same?

so i laugh

so i dance

so i dress up

i become Luna

i become a doll

i become a demon

i smile at you
i stop your movement
i wrap you in my arms

i stare at your soul until you break

but oh, honey

i am no one

i am just a mirror
dying in front of you