like sleepwalking i wander in a daze
the hall of broken mirrors set ablaze
in search of fivefold mutual desire
my restless soul dragged naked to the pyre
vain reflections, they bleed colors so delicious
in ardent dreams they linger, still ambitious
yet on my lips the taste of mere indulgence
i hunger in the face of this abundance
listened to, but never understood
heavy pumps the rhythm in my blood
footsteps to the saddest metronome
desolate the world i have to roam
rejection and perfection hand in hand
ease turn struggle, wish become command
for idle threats and empty promises
i open up to fill the emptiness
vain reflections, they bleed colors so delicious
in ardent dreams they linger, still ambitious
yet on my lips the taste of mere indulgence
i hunger in the face of this abundance
how come nothing i can say
how come i never hold such sway
my fingers to the bone i'm still clawing for the throne
when silent stay the tunes i get to dance all on my own
how come it's always just the same
how come alone i stand aflame
like a cruel repeated joke i keep trying to evoke
a fire without fuel should collapse in ash and smoke
vain reflections, they bleed colors so delicious
in ardent dreams they linger, still ambitious
yet on my lips the taste of mere indulgence
i hunger in the face of this abundance
2023-04-07
metronome
(2023)
Labels: solitude
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