The Redheaded Deamon ,
The Unfaithful Patient and
The Jungle Cat
In the old days of my despair for love
You appeared in the darkest of nights
With your taunting blue eyes
With lips and hair red as blood
You simply looked, you did not talked , only smiled
You do not love nor hate, you are in a neutralize state
Your strong, i know this, i can see in your eyes that strange power
I could never figure it out
Never could i understand your meaning
Your presence in the cold nights
Who are you?
You are not an angel, you do not appear to look like one
But a deamon, quiet and patient...
What plan do you quietly think?
What do you try to do?
Why must you appear when there is emptiness?
Why do you fill every space of that emptiness
With mistery, your exotic energy and quiet aggression
Who are you? Tell me...you Redheaded Deamon, who are you?
You were only a girl
Full of dreams and hope for
The better part of life
You were shy, constantly in searching
For love, an appreciation , a friendship and
A onest consolation.
You saw me , liked me, loved me, hurted me...
Asked me for my help, your eyes begged for it
For the freedom that being listened gives
I did, i helped you my dear patient
I tried, i succeeded, but the cost of ones true soul
You see, dear patient..
For me to help you, to not judge nor criticise
Loving you had to stop, i suffered great amounts of pain
Each word you had send free was like a bullet through my ears
Landing in my brain, by the end full of them
That slowly turned to rust
Rust quietly absorbed by my cells
Circling through my veins, poisoning the blood
Leaving its toxicity in every being of body and mind
Sticking on the walls of my heart, so often and so much
That the heart became rust itself
It took time my dear patient to learn
To live with all that useless metal
That cold rust that once was a part of me
You saw, you watched, you felt
How my body transformed into an unusefulness
You did not act, you flied into the arms of another therapist
Wich Work was his name
He extended your social life like i never could
He laid a shadow upon that litlle rusty metal that i once was
Hiding me from the light
Who are you? Tell me...you Unfaithfull Patient, who are you?
These Jungle, this confusing place
What creatures those it possess
It's scary, full of unknown
Uncomfortable, dangerous...
But nonetheless its climate takes
Slowly all the rust i once had
And in this Jungle i found a loveling cat
Gentle and kind, tempered but not afraid to use her claws
Raised in a space of color , her way of being symbolizes
The essence of the Jungle, the inner philosophy of it
She's all its beauty and danger
All its spontaneous climate
And all the meaning of survival
Who are you? Tell me...you Jungle Cat, who are you?
