My pillow is an anvil
and now my dreams turn into a stone.
Be a prisioner of your mouth
I’m eroding away your lips to be free.
We can pretend being ordinary
just to satisfy this dull world.
My tongue is a broken sword
and now my words drip.
In a dark room, without secrets.
Blood flowing from my chest.
The message is not in the content
but in the way.
Pain is the meaning