Routine
I'm dead in the mist.
Depression is stroger,
I just wanted to belong to you,
As close as my thougts to me.
Do you know the melody?
Do you know the pain?
Do you really want to disclaim?
Do you want me to check your real ID?
No? Sorry, I haven't heard
Can I send you a bird?
Here, on a piece of paper -
My daily life, my daily neighbours:
Heathens-haters, bitter chains,
Poison, life in unsafe plans.
Dull and funny, cry with fear,
Full of duty, death is near.
Blame for sadness, laugh for jokes,
And every day I choke in smoke.
Black cool blood and white hot skin,
Skars from nights on ugly spin.
Empty head and tears instead
Yeah, my thoughts are also dead.
Snow in winter, snow in spring,
Frozen heart as silver ring.
Stillness, prayer, requiem,
Do you know the darkest theme?
Broken glass and violent words,
Contempt view and fake awards.
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