「 ɪx / kerosene 」

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stepping through a dusted hall

hand in hand with a pair of walls

never asked if i was hurt

just know that i'm not

/

the floors were smooth

the light was gray

the wind's my answer

to all i couldn't say

/

 chasing after no-one's call

checking boxes until we fall

never asked if i was happy

just know that i'm not

/

the years went in a breeze

as the gray lights fade

making way

making way for the night

for every dream i couldn't seize

/

i hate to believe

amidst every gloom

but so it seems

there hides a light

at the corridor's end you shine

you living kerosene

a firefly like none i've seen

you light a path to where i've never been

/

you make me happy

you taught me to be sad

one day i promise

i'll learn to light your path

when the night falls now though you'll hear a whisper

sorry

my bad

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