A Vatican Dream

Standing on a mount
High above touching the sky
The cold numbs my mind
Fixing the pain and agony
This is my Vatican dream

Bathing in the sea
Surfing on the tidal waves
Stabbed me like a blade
Please bleed me to my deathbed
This is my Vatican dream

Looking down the ravine
Fear arises with no warnin’
That fear engulfs my angst
Away from dark memories
This is my Vatican dream

But home where I am
Laying down puzzles and riddles
What will happen to me tomorrow?
What is happening to me today?
Unlike my Vatican dream

My lung is punctured
By the wound of your dying words
You’re not the only one dead
You took me with you
On the day you promised me
A sweet Vatican dream