some things just should have been on the index.
The voices come from downstairs, I know, but in my mind they split and divide and hide in every corner
It's hot and humid, and i smile and try not to laugh when i feel the tender rain on my face.
Oh, ok. i guess i'll miss him. a bit.
like i miss marek and tobiasz and wojtek and steve, and all those nameless men seen on the streets.
It happens. Won't happen to me.
Drinking the water of Lethe
I give myself for the nymphs of stynx, but i have only dollars, and they dont work in the land of the dead, so the nameless souls catch me and tear me apart, and i cannot breathe nor die, caught in a myth i cannot escape.
I wake up
(they're singing happy birthday, and, oh my god, cant they stop?)
as always, curled in that wierd embrion-like shape, which, along with talking to myself and cutting and resignation and gaining weight are signs of depression, and i feel like ashes.
nervously eating a toothpick, i can think that only
once. not anymore.
(they are still talking, singing, sometimes, and i feel ashamed of being myself)
It's hot and humid, and i smile and try not to laugh when i feel the tender rain on my face.
Oh, ok. i guess i'll miss him. a bit.
like i miss marek and tobiasz and wojtek and steve, and all those nameless men seen on the streets.
It happens. Won't happen to me.
Drinking the water of Lethe
I give myself for the nymphs of stynx, but i have only dollars, and they dont work in the land of the dead, so the nameless souls catch me and tear me apart, and i cannot breathe nor die, caught in a myth i cannot escape.
I wake up
(they're singing happy birthday, and, oh my god, cant they stop?)
as always, curled in that wierd embrion-like shape, which, along with talking to myself and cutting and resignation and gaining weight are signs of depression, and i feel like ashes.
nervously eating a toothpick, i can think that only
once. not anymore.
(they are still talking, singing, sometimes, and i feel ashamed of being myself)