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Words never listenWords never listen Posts: 46
edited September 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
It is like the days before
I'm surrounded by jars of mist
I just can't find the door
To escape from this world of indifferentists

I'm hunted by my dreams
Can't decide what is real
We all try to deal
With the truth but no one reveals

Confident I tell my stories
A hundert percent sure
But tomorrow I'll be in doubt
And my memories will get obscured

I don’t dare to sleep anymore
Don't dare to leave my room
What could happen outside my door
I would send myself to my doom

It is dark it is night
Don't come closer
I'm scared of you
Of your white light

Go, go away
The day is coming soon
It'll swallow the moon
And then I'll open the door
And step out of the shadows
Walk through the floor
Where the wind of death blows

I'll be surrounded
By jars of mist
Stigmatised
By the devils kiss
At last I'll seek relief
And then the time has come to leave
How can I forget your tender smile
Moments that I have shared with you
Our hearts may break
But they're on their way
And there's nothing I can do
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