When the sky turns into poison green

I wandered through a little crowd,

There was no one else to blame, only myself,

To be so disrespectful towards the air,

For breathing it in so greedily.

My chest was full of darkness,

And that darkness took the chance

away from me

To do what I want, what I desire for,

I craved for some rain cooling down,

For the sun to be soft and

not to burn my white pale skin.

And then it became so sweaty,

Heavily did I take the breaths.

And then the sky turned into poison green,

I forbid you to love me;

It would be your end.

Just walk away and inhale the grey fog,

Take a deep gentle breath and walk back

along your footsteps.

Hear the voice of the sultriness,

Confetti is for your eyes and not for

your lungs.

Fireworks are for the heart,

They light up and die out,

Like all the loves of the past

of the old times,

When everything was cooler and brighter,

and the air wasn’t so close.