dinsdag 1 juli 2008

THE LADY SPINNING IN MY HEAD

There’s a view on a bleak horizon
There’s a spot on the ceiling
my eyes can’t turn away
I want to crawl backwards
until I’ll turn into an embryo
I want to crawl
until the note remains the same

I feel like number 0964
A detention I never wanted
Inner turmoil inner communion
I prayed to a God who’s never there
Nor ever before

Shadows and flames
a long way through an empty heart
Through the corridor with lament splashed on each side
Paintings of harvests gone wrong
Silence comes and goes
I’m still inside my head
I’m gone
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