lately I keep seeing ravens flying over landing on that tree branch like shadows of my lovers staring at me like I'm what they're after and then they will leave
I don't miss things til they will come back never the sun it rises but doesn't make me feel much warmer I know that I have dreams that I can never remember and nothing stays in here
but the only thing I can do is to run to the same street hope all I will see is the clock that tells me when I can leave
I'm all ******* in this perfect closure drinking the wine that bleeds out of my inner soldier I find it giving an unspeakable pleasure for my loneliness
now I'm drunk in this pool of liquor watching all the bottles floating around like the best swimmers making noises that cools my fever and then they will drown
I can't see those birds til it's getting too close to a failure they set me on fire but it makes me feel much better I know I love things that will eventually turn into ash forever so I keep closing my eyes
then I will cry at this hopeless scene wishing me not as the same as my father
I'm overwhelmed in this endless measure counting the birds have come out of the farthest corner I don't see **** that draws me a picture of your existence