Melody of Certain Damaged Lemons
Haunted by the voices in my head, the terribly confounding dreams i return to the monotonous comfort in typing with my sentimentally used keyboard; my affection bound by my understanding in the way it reacts to my overworked hands...
Breezes of May sooth the nonsense of my mind only to return to thoughts;
I have grown familiar to the selfish late night permutations of my mind on this overly bright screen
of shadows in the night, of strange dreams upon dreams containing details that often don't seem to correlate to anything. I have seen starless skies in these early hours and i do not mind
Still, will i wake within the void of cotton sheets to the deafening silence, and know nothing else?
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Rose, oh reiner Widerspruch, Lust, Niemandes Schlaf zu sein unter soviel Lidern.