for blasting
a few guys like charecters of charade
make flourescent chaos in me
every morning at half past nine
my heart starts to feel
Suddenly i deplore my feelings and faults.
In my daily thoughts i feel so blind.
Suddenly i m sorry for all my dreams.
I just would like to know who killed my yesterday.
All that slow time domasticates my fears
and hoses down the mud from heels of concubines
ref who am I in this ocean of lovers ?
later i ll be the only one.
a few leaking lights
on crying windows with painted sun.
blurred my ordinary view.
All memories day. All ashamed´s night.
oh sing falsetto!. New pact of silence.
my eardrum, your ghetto.
I m praying but heaven is trampoline.
ref 2 later i ll be holy , later i ll be here for blasting
we robbed albums, kidnapped children from photographs.
moved to city of unknown faces.
inside are knocking klaustrophobic hearts
dont bother me, don t love me more.
There is new desire to decieve life.
Gallery of cynical quotations.
.We wanted to forgive each other,
but it was too late before we found that too late is.
but i don t mind that too late is now
ref 3 who am I in this sea of emotions? Later they ll be for blasting.
peddlers of love have missed out my door
poachers of hope have skinned my whole live
orphans of life flutters in my tragedies
all of them - for blasting |
