I guess there are no colours,
I guess there is no rain,
I don't see any bird,
I don't feel any pain.
I wanted to call you by the name,
But I've forgotten it.
So you could go away,
I don't want you to breathe.
I locked my rage inside some words,
Yet has escaped;
Now is once more trapped inside me -I cry in vain.
A need to hear a random voice echoing random words,
An urge to say nothing , but hear.
I close my eyes shut, fall asleep, And I fall.
Another sleepless night of another life ,
Who counts them all? Pidgeons crossing paths with crows ,
Shades of blue and shades of golden orange on the sky;
At Death's door you'd have to wait at queue in row,
I see you there and wonder why. Why have you died, my dear one?
I'd strangle you with my bare hands, I hate and love you , both at once,
Still from your corpse I wouldn't run.
Beggining the last ritual I'll perform,
I obsessively clean my hands with soap.
These hands shall replace human actual statement,
With miserable love -such pain in the ass- and hope
