If anything

No kindness has ever been ordinary

soft pillows do not bring a change

rules have no creation

and madness seems to be the only way.

If there's spark that ever mattered at all

it was in the mad ones and feelers

if there's anything important at all

it's out of these lines and inside believers.

No grace has ever been basic

no love has ever been lukewarm

truth never cared about the pricing

fire never had the second thought. 

He's still coming

Clowns and piggies

peacocks and pigeons

shady businessmen

in their trending suits

drunkards and dealers

scarred lips, local leaders

dancing for their summit

but He's still coming.

Can't say His name

they play their songs out loud

it's the fear of His day

as if the world should fall down.

Hiding through repetition

hiding behind the glass

they summoned Santa

but He still comes last.

For those in doubt

and hearts broken

those with hope

of a wounded child

those who don't care 

what world can offer

He comes as king 

of the moon and stars.

No need to cry

You were supposed to protect her 

teach her the world was safe.

You should have made her fall in love 

with her youth and her laugh.

You had the chance to light up her sky 

and grow her glowing wings.

You had such tremendous power

you got it from her heart. 

And now that all of it is gone, 

you still don't get it.

You were supposed to ignite her heart, 

not consume it. 

So if you're left thirsty, do not cry. 

Those wings have grown inward and backwards. 

Cloud Dragon by FireFlux Studios

Theft for illusion (The plan)

They tried but could not love her

They would not admit it.

Taking away everything

That made her part of this world

Gave them sense of deep pleasure

And morbid victory

Over something they could not have

Something they hated

Something she carried 

Who gave her that thing?

They had reasons to do that

They spoke of her flaws

But she had been a stain on their wall

Long before the anger

From the first day she spoke

And first day she wrote

This was a perfect chance to place her 

And show her who she was

Dependable, small, senseless, weak

Mute, rude and completely unnecessary. 

She chose not to contemplate this

And lived by the unlocked doors

Until few drinks spoke

Clearer than reason could ever

Revealing the old box

No one dared to talk about

That made the new vision strong

And past present in her dreams

Reminding her the truth 

Had been loud all along.

She had to take care of it

Far from broken home

Awake in blissed silence

Consoled by the sky

Protected by its sword

Outspoken and small

Put aside with her truth

No one dared to talk about.

No one knew what she saw then

Now no one will see what she knew.