Sachiel of the grey clouds, tell me how I could

turn the heart-hurts into something good

just before the rain comes

just before the lightning lights

say hello Sachiel of the grey skies

Jump into the puddles

show me that it’s real

self-exile

we could disappear

Sachiel of the grey clouds

dry my tears

{ underneath black rainbows..}

We met along these dirty roads

victims of this rotten world

sense of incompleteness

micro-wounds into our souls

never-ending fables

whispering mouths

eternal tiny fairytales

fade into these grey clouds

Jump into the puddles

show me that it’s real

self-exile

we could disappear

Sachiel of the grey clouds

dry my tears

{ my dear friend, we’re living underneath black rainbows…}