An ordinary day

Hhaaaaa, hhhaaaa-hhhaaaaa

When you come back to life

when you have been dead and come back

all your body ackes in its smallest parts

even through the blood some kind of pain runs

like a limfatic agony of a new man and his destiny

first steps acke so hard so thoroughly

that you wonder if you are going to die again

or you really have been reborned

if you died in pain your rebirth barres the wounds

some are in a process of molding, some of decaying into little, tiny pieces of hell lived on earth

with tears still fresh on the inner flesh of the being

salty and transfigurative

after a couple of days the pain dissapates

into a cosmic understanding that all your wounds and all you scars become stars, some still bleeding,

those stars are the first piece of clothing that you have at the beginning of your new life

here and there it shines, here and there still shy,

still wondering why the fuck

those wounds are magnetic they keep attracting those that stabbed you, that tried to kill you

because you must see them, smell their inner being before you begin your life

you must see they don't know you, convince yourself of this and you will be forever free

but wisdom, not yet gone, a friend never goes away when you need him, draw a symbol on sand

retribution is not the path

friend, let's make a new sky, put your bleeding and decaying wounds on what it would be than called a new sky, a new moon and a new sun

let those stars watch over the ones that made them

heaves have their way, unknown and unseen

you go and see only of your new life

make it beautiful or however you choose

a fresh start you must never refuse

since you're free, not obliged to anyone