there is no longer music that conveys everything i feel
all the pain, all the tears
the insanity and madness
pleasure, addiction and emptiness
him, you, us, me
nothing seems to show enough
the rhythm is not intense enough
the lyrics: words are missing
the voice doesn't cry out in pain
and the music doesn't feel like my heart does
YOU ARE READING
encore en vie
कविताthe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
