I’m not afraid of the dark,
Monsters, zombies, vampires.
Werewolves are my family
I live on a dark paradise.
People judge me by my face
By the words that I cannot speak
People scared me all the time
They make me feel so weak.
Moving in a cloud of doubts
It so easy to understand
The giants who whispered for me
They do not demand.
I’m calling, I’m crying for help
But it’s difficult to have a shield
To protect me against evil
found in a point of view.
So I’ve finally asked for death
After so many time
I cried loud and I kicked the bucket
Thinking that the fault was only mine.
Then I missed my family
The wolves who live in darkness
I made loud my howl
To not live anymore in loneliness.
So I make a toast
To this dark paradise
Where people can’t catch me
Where monsters can make me wise.
Angela Natel – 09/03/2014.