26.June 2015
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Numb
Inside a ball made of glass,
Time will never pass,
Dreams will never turn to hopes,
There are no cliffs, no slopes.
Here is no light and no dark,
No birdsong, no bark,
No love, no feeling,
No truth, no stealing.
No colours, not a single living creature,
Just silence, no remarkable feature.
I'd rather feel pain, than just feeling numb,
I clench my fist, glide over the surface with my thumb,
Until, the last thought controlled my hand,
The million loose fragments, open the doors, to an unexpected land.
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