Is this the face of madness? If it was, I could hang out here a little longer. I don't know loneliness, because everyone adores me. The birds are singing, whenever they sense my presence.
Bare trees twist their branches while I'm passing by. Loveless mermaid turns to stone as I stare into the ocean. Little horse will be bored, if I refuse to ride it... Maybe I'm a f*cking messiah?
Or it's just the sun trying to be free again? Either way, now I can see blue whispers... But where is the end, you sick bastard?!