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139 · Aug 2019
Round and round
Airen Zorom Aug 2019
You are a servant in this ****** world,
But give an order like a king.
To open the door, you have a password.
You live in a room that out of spring.

Could you open your soul to the wind,
But that wind is just in your head.
Or could you let go of your sin?
With a new game, you would start instead.

You will deal the cards in a new way,
Aces all just for you, please be sure.
Then show them your talents today
And drowning your dream in a moor.

Every day you wear a new mask,
Once humiliate others, then belittle yourself.
You will never fail or interrupt task.
And continue to fight with Nothing.

You rejoice of tricky riddles,
Trying to unravel the void.
To get rid of all the sadness
You've been by cigarettes destroyed.

You will return to the empty house,
Where only the echo speaks to you.
Inside of yourself, you find the last forces.
To understand that what was the truth.

Drink some anger at night,
But before try little tears.
And tomorrow starts over with light.
Just don't howl like a dog with fear.
81 · Aug 2019
With hope
Airen Zorom Aug 2019
Once I will leave my own home.
I'll rush towards exciting adventures.
Open a new world outside the window.
Leave behind failure and censures.

I'll grab the shabby coat off the hook.
Behind my back, I'll leave the door wide open.
I'll win in cards man's shirt and book.
Keep looking for the things that broken.

I overhear the secrets of the fairies.
And sneak a look at how they dance.
I might make laugh moody demons.
And put the time itself in a trance.

I will try to plunge into the ocean.
Through icy water look at sparkling stars.
And show the mermaids meaning of emotions.
Then we will drink together in the bar.

Perhaps suddenly someday I'll have to go back.
Go down to earth, live life like were always.
Again see dull faces, that started to crack,
And have no desire to notice the new days.

In the middle of the night, sometimes in the mornings,
Look out the window and search for a sense.
Look for a miracle avoiding the warnings.
And holding a cup of hot tea in the hands.

— The End —