Monday, November 3












Feeling this

courting the night
while growing too pally
with nothing new
holding onto shadows
while reflecting on what you said
of what I always knew

mourning in joy
for the loss in pain
standing tall in a dismantled world
passing through open windows
and closed doors again

Quite aware we're not dying
fighting with life for not trying
the ringing laughter in your lies
and the empty spaces
deep down below

what do you think?
where did the reasons go?

during the last chorus
and in the last verses,
in the background
lead me to the solo
when I'm not around

this is a sure revelation at hand
clutching at straws,
we're feigning at those in command
and crying for those
who've cried for smiles,
laughter in tears
while witness it all
mumbled in cheers

I'll admit I'm wrong
for it hurts like it's real,
bringing down every peaceful thought
I know somewhere my sanity went queer

I'll save you a last song,
if you promise to last the melody
from this night

Feeling this,
I lull the silence
to early morning echo
that starts with goodbye's

from the delusion
from the grandeur
from a muse's lullaby...

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