The seat I look for is vacant.
Vengeance, guilt, dream nothing left.
Now I suffer, now I dress,
A shirt of emptiness.
Ambitious child, was I?
Anger to **** did I?
Egoistic person, am I?
No love, no joy left inside.
Deep into the lake,
I see a face,
Clean as a mirror,
Guilty as a prosecutor.
Vacant, a seat I see.
No colour, no beauty.
It's the window
Next to me.
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
The seat I look for is vacant.
Vengeance, guilt, dream nothing left.
Now I suffer, now I dress,
A shirt of emptiness.
Ambitious child, was I?
Anger to **** did I?
Egoistic person, am I?
No love, no joy left inside.
Deep into the lake,
I see a face,
Clean as a mirror,
Guilty as a prosecutor.
Vacant, a seat I see.
No colour, no beauty.
It's the window
Next to me.
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