SCHIZOPHRENIA

Birds come to land on my shoulders

Tickling me with their legs

I protect them when it comes colder

They use my straw to lay eggs

They love my earthy smell

Also my eerie silence

But they do not know

That this is my own hell

Still they do not know ...

That the straw under my hat

Always likes to move

But i do not have a tongue to chat

They do not have a mind to prove

The sky with its birds,sun and moon

The land with its plant and worms

All of them and i .sing the same tone

Enjoying the wind when it shakes my arms

If you visit green lands

You may notice me

On one leg raising two hands

I stand alone as an old tree

It is me ,the scarecrow

Half false and half true .

But...

When i was enchanted to a vampire,

I sucked people fears and sadness.

I was successful .I was a house on fire,

Dazzling them with my braininess and madness.

They norished me with their magical quotes,

And their moony smiles light my red eyes.

I flew among their various thoughts,

And their innocent nature makes me realize:

That they are more senstive than my pale skin,

And losing them is a great damned sin.

So soon ,sleeping in coffins will end.

Forever, I will lie in a heart of a friend.

Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy,

Not wood nor cross,but losing a buddy may kill me !

When people meet me they may confuse

The Vampire with The Scarecrow so it is hard to choose

Hence ,they say that i suffer from "Schizophrenia"

But i reply :Hey people !it is "camouflage mania" .