The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
I’m a young man
Drunk...
Dreaming of this beautiful future
Through technicolour screens
In my skull...
Looking back at me,
Blocking out the real world;
A place bright enough
To conceal the dull neon lights
And crawling shadows...
A place bright enough
To blind me,
To put me in eternal darkness.
Instead,
I prefer these technicolour screens
Looking back at me
Within my skull.
I prefer these technicolour screens
That will blind me...
But much slower
Than the real world can.
Someone knocks at the door...
I’m now in the real world..
I’m now blind...
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