The air above feels heavy...
Raindrops play like a circus girl.
My fence was painted last week...
…but the sounds of a broken bell
Ring out over the endless clouds.
Grasses, greener than ever, stare at me.
I look down on the golden floor
The fan above me moves slowly…smoothly…steadily.
Can I recall the last kiss?
Maybe…or not…but it’s too late.
The sands of a blue sea
Have washed away...long ago.
My eyes don't bleed anymore.
Yet I feel the pangs of a dead horse
Dashing against my ribs.
The cool winds play a tragic symphony...
Probably like the child who died..
But the world only feels cold.
I start walking..glass shards pricking my feet
The fire has died on the sky
Above the faraway houses.
A white hand reaches out to me,
I can't take it, for fear of touching it.
I walk the endless boulevard, friends alongside.
But why is there a horrible pain
Playing on a thorny violin down my neck?
Yes it is a solo. But I can't help it…can I?
My mind has learnt only to love
The towers of luxury
When I will go to sleep,
A lighthouse will be looking around
Beaming on the seas of solitude.
I only hope every day, that the light
Never falls on an ugly rock.
But then again..He does'nt let it;
Does He??.....no He does'nt.
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