I take a sip, to the liquor of desire, just to live
A day more, let my savage soul sleep beneath me.
So it can smile with stars at midnight for ages
So it can scribble worthless new things in pages.
When clock hits the night, I paint the woeful sky
I take a long breath and exhale my crafty smile.
The clouds ask me to be, a bohemian gypsy
To shimmer with all I have in my virgin galaxy.
Illusory screams of silence, I can hear sharp
The scattered clusters of my soul stray so far.
One step further, I behold the moon too close
The wind is real high, I am already on a dose.
No drug, but my pen and myself is all I need
To paint the starry night with my mystic misery.
Let the wings bloom, let me leave the labyrinth
Midnight paves my way to my virgin galaxy.