A Letter - Golden Apes

I’m tired of the morning sun, I fall in love with faded spits…

I’m bored of all the wars I won, detailed fairies on eye-lids…

I’m not made for the words you said, I spit upon your thrones and all the

shapes you’ve changed for me, made of honey, flesh an bones…

A letter from the inner ghost…

Ink in arteries…

A revenge for myself, that’s lost…

I change the enemies…

I can’t forget your animals' noise…

I’m frighten by your peace…

I can’t forget your blackshaped toys, your cancer-like disease…

I’m not made for the words you said, I spit upon your thrones and all the

things you want from me, made of honey, flesh and bones…

A letter for the inner ghost…

Ink in arteries…

A revenge for myself, that’s lost…

I change the enemies…

Today…