Random thoughts break into me
The more I fight, the less I'm free
Amidst this fog I try to breathe
There is no respite lying here
This waking sensation persists
Reality weights down on me
The fire rises from my feet
Bitter liquid reverie
I lost the track of all the times
That I counted petals
On this raft against the tides
All this bouncing broadens every night
The chains that lock me tighten up
Restriction lurks in the shadows
His eyes are laughing at my vain
Attemps to stand up and break free
And I lost track of all the times
That I pictured emptiness
The smoke around me burns my eyes
As this flaking worsens every night
In the silence
All I hear is mistery
No quick fix
Would take away this agony
On my body
He paints his fingers, legs and face
Now you all can see him here
Printed all over
I lost track of all the times
That I tried to soothe it
Now he's sitting by my side
And his eyes say: I'll come back at night
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