I’m trying to be pretty.
Comb my hair...
You know I miss how we were
When I think back to the start...
No matter how much I sleep,
I can't catch up...
Day
after day...
Gloom,
it creeps up through my spine...
Solitude has never been more uproarious
A constant chaos of this and that… never-ending...
from rafters
a rope stretches its back...
Mine is a face better kept hidden.
A screen, a wall, a roof, the darkness...
Raindrops fall upon my eyes.
The Devil's pen writes the first chord...
I don't want to admit it
because I've been trying...
It's been a long night, the moon is moving on
a puzzle of feelings left untouched...
I lied in bed all morning,
thinking about all the things...