every night, I’m sick.
every day, it gets worse.
how can I sleep, if I don’t dream?
I only have nightmares
no food left to eat,
I can’t leave, I can’t sleep.
So I make myself some tea,
while the nausea eats me.
How can it be? That I still believe?
that something waits for me…
Somewhere…
Bitter and empty, I start shaking
wrapped into dirty blankets,
I’m only nightmares.
If I had to turn the other cheek
Hit me, your palms won’t speak –
The color shifts from white to fire
Your eyes lit, can’t stop to admire
Winter in the skyscraper woods
A dump for our white goods
I wasn’t listening – just letting go …
Some covers left to blow,
hiding from the terror blaze
Does this feeling flow both ways?
Is your heart still opened up?
Our life shown in a smitten closeup
Remember what the people said?
If you don’t fight, you’re already dead
