…I wouldn’t be here in my armor,

breaking down the cruel light.

Butterfly with burning wings,

heart shaped ashes of shame,

scars with sharp, deadly edges,

I wouldn’t have them all…

…I wouldn’t beg the higher powers,

for an embrace colder than ice!

Phantoms of a never coming summer,

angels with torches in their abrupt hands,

sleeping abysses with no bridge of crossing,

I wouldn’t love them all!

…and I’d be sweet, as golden autumns,

so graceful like a dancing flake of snow.

A symphony of silk and velvet roses,

sweet sleepy princess with a purple dress,

childlike emotion in my every heartbeat,

I would be all!

So thank you, world, you made me a survivor!

Be merciless, be blind and be absurd!

For all my tears that you transformed in iron,

Became my sword.