go back home, my lovermix your tears with blood this world is not your home nor the people, your friends.
your eyes capture the sadness painting the frame-less heads beautifying their hollow souls these strangers you meet.
they don't care about you, or, the paintings you create only their selfish existence magnified to justify their evil doings.
this world is no place, oh lover your creased face, nimble hands the beauty of your soul the magnanimity of your doings.
run, run away while you can, to a place yonder, there, you will be king and the universe will be a mirage.
go back home, my little prince never step again on this planet where your sanity is deemed insane and your divinity, madness.