That World's Song::

They don't go where thy can't see.
But if they'd go, they'd discover a Wonderful place
Full of wishes and fantasies
Where dreams are kept and smiles can't hide.

Their wings would blossom with the multiple-color sky and then they'd blow out because of the deafening moise of the music that comes from the clouds.

Entity lost in thoughts.
The devilish image of a perfect world made him lose his integrity.

The skin opened and the entrails came out and flew away with the fishi-birds.

Covered with blood looked at his hands and sang that desperated melody of silly bohemia.

Colours would fall from the sky and would crush them to make them even.

Eden of a two-sided satyr, home of hundreds of childish nymphs and fairies.

The floating notes are like arrows that pierce through his heart.
Keeps singing, keeps singing the song; the bohemian song.
Euphoria consumed his body and now just his bones are their.

They would have fun, they would feel fine.
But they don't see it, they can't see the portal.
They'll never feel as full and empty as him.