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The wrong choice



it is not the horned one that haunts us the most
not the one under the bed
scratching and clawing at our feet
it is the ghostly one we barely see
reaching for our soul to keep
from which there is no walking away unharmed
for unarmed to its intrigue
we might succumb to its voice whispering
the right choice is to make a suicide pact
to walk away together
not realising
we're walking away
with one already dead



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Lyrics:

I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt.
I was unrecognizable to myself.
Saw my reflection in a window and didn't know my own face…

Dryad

high up on the hill
young dryad stands alone
white flowers at her roots
as beautiful but still

she's yearning to be free
to walk the earth like others
to take part in the magic
with her sisters and brothers

the art of transformation
is all she has to learn
to turn into an woman
'till then she'll be half tree


Vlucht in fantasie

deze stilte wrikt
wreekt
mijn huid stuk als glas geslagen scherven scherp
dodelijk
hier ~ snij de levenslijn in mijn palm bloedeloos bleek
maar schrij niet om mij ~ lach
ik ben twee zonnen aan de hemel ~ heel intens
geluidloos doch
zwijgend hoor ik je zuchten
in rood gekleurde luchten sein jij mij met witte vlag
echter ik dwaal af en nimmer neer
ik vlucht
in fantasie