Stranger at home

Lost in translation
In a strange country
In a weird situation
Surrounded by unknown faces

Lost in translation
In a freak show
Telling nonsense word
I cannot understand

Lost in translation
Peculiar faces looking at me
Like a stranger I am
Fixing my head

Translation? I don't need
I am stranger at home
In a country I cannot decode

The meaning

I look into your eyes

for the meaning of my life

I stare myself in a broken mirror

like a rotten soul in tears

 In the middle of the room alone

I envy smiling faces around

deep inside my soul a dark pit

without any reason or goal

I force myself to be another

in another world or dimension

what I am, your eyes cannot tell

just reflect my inner fear of fallen angel

Your words

Your words, blade of ice

in my flesh’s heart.

You want to suck my soul

twisted and torn me to shreds

as dirty cloths in the wind

Your words, tongue of fire

in my white soul.

You want to scratch me to blood

reduce me to a shapeless heap of pain

like a coal sack in the fireplace

Your words, stolen from the street

in your dirty mouth, push me adrift

away from your restless anger

and from your insane mania of man.