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The enemy is after me again
Afraid of the sea and what’s down there
I need to sleep
It’s been a whole week
Cos tears keep falling into my pool
Bright lights driving right into me cold
I need to sleep
It’s been a whole week
Cos tears keep falling into my pool
Bright lights driving right into me cold
My bones keep breaking
Tearing me away from the quiet
The silence of my soul, of my soul from the quiet
Night time, gruelling, just time to waste
Heights they kill me, leave scarring on my face
Cos’ I never, ever, ever fall into sleep?
And I’ve never ever ever felt so weak
Cos’ tears keep falling into my pool
Bright lights driving right into me cold
My bones keep breaking
Tearing me away from the quiet
The silence of my soul, of my soul from the quiet
I wanna fall down (Repeat x 5)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uy5pQrsSxoQ
"say goodbye to the world you thought you lived in"
for it seemed black and cold, like a winter night. but night has never been so beautiful. a few stars are offering their light from distances that reach beyond infinity. there's no moon to be seen yet. some clouds pass by and drop showers of cold rain, like a transparent curtain, or a veil to cover the world's misery and wash dirt away. who will ever see the exquisite way in which this cloak undulates, leaving almost nothing to be seen, and blurring the very sight of oneself? who will ever stop by behind a window, dazzled, fascinated by this strange need to look at the rain, to just follow the tiny paths traced by the droplets on the glass? never run under the rain... stay there, standing under the seemingly everlasting river falling from the black sky, drenched in pain. then one will feel the loneliness coming from the deepest corner of the mind, in rags, always demanding for love, for a face to look up to, for someone who's there, who needs love too. the way we humans love is strange; it is wonderful, although detestably hurtful. we get a glimpse of what joy is, then suffer. how interesting. how weak we are. what does "i love you" mean anyway? i never lied when i said those words. some people do, all the time. and they deserve death, although it's too much of a sweet punishment. they should live, with a knife turning slowly inside of their heart, just slow enough to let the wound open without being deadly. just to see what it does, how it aches. there will be a time when they will be fairly judged and tortured. but not by me. i will only watch them suffer under a pouring rain, this cold water forcing me into feeling alive, as alive and lucky as i am right now. i cannot rely on luck, but i shall keep the warmth and the serenity that it gave me. i will keep it as the most precious thing in the whole dying world. and neither the rain, as cold as it might be, nor anyone, will manage to take it away. life won't leave this body of mine. not yet. i won't permit it. i need to live in felicity as much as i can, until it fades, although it won't, as long as what remains of my heart can still beat. i give up all the harshness that might still be inside of me. i bid farewell to the pain, the horrid void that surrounds the torn pieces of my soul. i daresay that i actually still have one, but it's as shattered as a crystal glass that one would have let fall. i don't think i can get all the pieces together. there will still be lost bits. like in every human who has known love and felt it at its climax, its excess of violent, painful and yet silent adoration. mute passion has that terrifying power, like water, to wash everything away, to drown, suffocate and throw us back out, broken and still craving.
and then, if we happen to be lucky, the sun...
