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I.Witness - Unloved
05:06
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Closer to May, I open all my windows
and sit for hours on the sill
staring at the sky
thinking 'bout things that don’t depend on us.
My faded eyes like distress calls
Like wounded sinking ships in the sea of an unawareness
This boy never waits for summer
and never asks himself
"Is it wrong to stare in the mirror and see no familiar face?"
Walking alone
I'm unwanted by my homeless home
These walls, these doors
My traitors and watchdogs
Trying to hold my breath
Cast down my eyes
(I'm ready)
To pretend that I don’t recognize their faces.
They're here not with me (not to me)
Surely, they want me to leave
How many times have I asked God, just let them imagine how it feels to be unloved.
My hell is paved with your good intentions.
Your recklessness and indifference made me dead
because the best thing you have ever said - "Shut up and go to bed"
Because the best thing that I've ever had - "Shut up and go to bed"
Lay on the floor
Never answer the phone
You gave me reason to waste myself alive
There’s no sense in different colors of walls
There’s no use in deceptive softness of beds
These long days won’t seem to get shorter
No measure
To rate this meaningless
Release me!
I heard the story of a boy who saw the world
Jumping from the highest point to the ocean with no shore
He dreamt about the struggle, but the waves were so unkind
I see him every day, but I can’t feel peace of mind
"Rye fields are calling
Mist from them is crawling into my room
It whispers my name and i have no place to hide
From this sweet and luring sound"
Life slipped away through my fingers like a wine
Love that you've lost burns my fingers, burns my eyes
This world is unknown, so alluring, shines so bright
Here, under sill, under window, under sill
It's better than this stuffy hated room
Where I'm burning and dying, almost breathless and weak
I will have my revenge, I will try the taste of life
Just one step, down the window, not sick, fed up
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I.Witness - Loved
04:07
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Just imagine that today is your last day
And you know
That you won’t see this setting sun again
These streets, these lawns, these ugly begging kids
Your loving friends. Your only friends, your last friends
Will watch your die to take away your clothes
You failed and now you know you’re wrong
But now it’s too late
Apparitions, amputations, rotting extremities
That’s all you’ve got in exchange for the world
For your lonely lovely world
“I know now when you read it I am so far away from home. Please don’t try to find me. There’s no use in chases, ads of my loss in the news blocks, stupid papers on the trees along all big roads. I won’t come back. I hope you will try to forgive me and understand. I’d rather die alone than die unloved. Don’t take me home again”
I miss you now, but you…
But you don’t
But you can’t
But you won’t, but you
But you were
The best thing that I could only have
And the only one I could rely on and the one who really cared
I’m empty, I’m dead, and I’m lost without you
Please find me, just try; I know you’re really anxious now
(WE’RE LOVED) We’re loved even we can’t look through palms
(WE’RE LOVED) We’re loved even love force us to stranglehold
(WE’RE LOVED) We’re loved, but sometimes can’t understand
(WE’RE LOVED) We’re loved but push away the helping hand
I’m sorry, I’m not Holden.
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our lives are
blindly crawling- open sores
over cold cracked concrete
make faint footprints, and attempt mapping
of the height,length,width,cracks,crevices-
the walls and the floors, but never fully sure:
just more reaching, stumbling as
if there would be a light switch or a door-
there are only
wind-swept whispers from far corners
and yelling in return, both parties trying to learn
if the other is real-
but Death:
the eventual stumbling over the
edge of the room- forever
falling: unconscious (though never
fully aware) into sense-deprived
nothingness;
shows his facetious face
and all is lost- aside from the
delicate, frantic art left by yearnful
years of dragging through the dark..
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Roses sang
weeds answered
through it all
you kept your stamina
though you kept stark
through the storm
I saw you wilt-
In a pure unselfish sacrifice,
you clipped your own wings
When an eagle falls
the sum of the sky shakes
And upon his impact
the entire earth quakes
The spirit of the pheonix is well alive
Only through you, it survived
Why is it that:
the thought of the end pinches us
and in a startled stupor we
check our ripeness, as if the juices
squeezed would pour onto the floor
at any moment.
we entertain the game that we must-
somehow- guard and collect them with our gourds
as if each drop can not be absorbed by the soil.
such time we spend in this frantic feat
that the seeds never take and the moisture never creeps
to the dirt
remember: we’ll collapse.
and spill the chalice of our fruited life
caught only to become a fruitless toil.
Why then do we not,
let the pulp drop.
Bend down and build a mound,
so a new tree will sprout
or erupt.
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