stars stars is all we heared before he flew away

my deep inside another I
porcelaine princess
my feminine sight
the butterflies would catch my disease
attached to
so many foolish small ironic things
she's not like me
she's not like me
in the micro space
in the micro world
on a micro earth
she's hiding somewhere there
she's drinking burbon at half past seven
just before first coffee sip
she doesn't sleep
she writes and draws
she draws herself indig..o-oh!
she doesn't wish you luck
selfish till her white bones
selfthinking only about herself
self selfcocktails drinking
self....funny word..
she makes some voodoo dolls
she loves him till he hurts
she's drinking whiskey
to cornflakes with milk
she's delighted while being a phantom
a crazy funny scarry one i guess
she's somewhere deep-in
laughing at the moon
laughing at starrrrsss
at porcelaine figurine
ballerina in too big ballettshoes
entrapped enticed