screaming from the minarets
is this not living?
passing out from another drunken day of melancholy
is this not telling the difference?
between love and dependence, between hate and jealousy?
how about from lonliness and incubating in a cold cocoon of solitary confinement?
is what is in my head reality?
or am i sadly mistaken like an eagle willingly living in a golden cage?
is this wind comming from under the door or behind my heart?
either way there is a chill in the air and it shaves away the comforting
smiles in the mirror
what is this?
my feet have callouses and i have just been lying here under this pale umbrella
how could it be that all these scars are self-inflicted?
i have walked on mountains and on the ocean bottoms
but still i have learned nothing
the only pain i know is from humans
the rocky seashores so innocently exist but one misjudging of your balance
and your bloody skull is washed away
he smells so good but he'll walk his scent away and you'll be holding your own hands in a dark stairway
she holds you so close but she'll push you away and you'll be holding your own knees in a foreign hotel shower
shivering
grasping out
pulling your own skin around your eyes
then you start letting your hair fall on your face
and only pushing it out of the way to get a glimpse of a pair of lips
kissing a coffee cup
all our miserable souls walk the fine line between good and evil
and we invent our own catagory of excuses for living
after all, we all have to cope somehow
your heart will always beat alone no matter who you're laying your belly under
no matter how many necks you sink your teeth into,
the different blood seperates like oil and water
am i not redeemed?
i've cleansed myself with chemicals and i have memorized the scripture
of social status
what you see is human
and what you breathe is pure wretchedness looking for a savior
or a way out of themselves
ah the angled snow will make breathing forced for a season
but at least i can bury myself in pages and scarves and classical composers
and add another year onto my future by studying history
passing out from another drunken day of melancholy
is this not telling the difference?
between love and dependence, between hate and jealousy?
how about from lonliness and incubating in a cold cocoon of solitary confinement?
is what is in my head reality?
or am i sadly mistaken like an eagle willingly living in a golden cage?
is this wind comming from under the door or behind my heart?
either way there is a chill in the air and it shaves away the comforting
smiles in the mirror
what is this?
my feet have callouses and i have just been lying here under this pale umbrella
how could it be that all these scars are self-inflicted?
i have walked on mountains and on the ocean bottoms
but still i have learned nothing
the only pain i know is from humans
the rocky seashores so innocently exist but one misjudging of your balance
and your bloody skull is washed away
he smells so good but he'll walk his scent away and you'll be holding your own hands in a dark stairway
she holds you so close but she'll push you away and you'll be holding your own knees in a foreign hotel shower
shivering
grasping out
pulling your own skin around your eyes
then you start letting your hair fall on your face
and only pushing it out of the way to get a glimpse of a pair of lips
kissing a coffee cup
all our miserable souls walk the fine line between good and evil
and we invent our own catagory of excuses for living
after all, we all have to cope somehow
your heart will always beat alone no matter who you're laying your belly under
no matter how many necks you sink your teeth into,
the different blood seperates like oil and water
am i not redeemed?
i've cleansed myself with chemicals and i have memorized the scripture
of social status
what you see is human
and what you breathe is pure wretchedness looking for a savior
or a way out of themselves
ah the angled snow will make breathing forced for a season
but at least i can bury myself in pages and scarves and classical composers
and add another year onto my future by studying history