and so I'm veering back to the centre.
I don't wish to please everyone.
really.
The dark room.
I slept once again in darkness.
alone in a not so empty room
I know you lurk somewhere
a sticky sense of impending doom
yesterdays' dreams return
tenaciously awaiting
I am vis-a-vis with You
I shall give You Your due respect
You are more than a worthy foe
I shall give You a proper battle
the doubts You cast upon me
Indeed, leaves me mortally and spiritually wounded
and somehow I am to toil with my mortal body
each day refreshed for a new fight
rotting as I live another day
Yes, You will never leave me alone
I see Your smirk
laugh as hard as I cry
and we shall see who stands at the end
the specters return
and they have a peculiar order of appearance
do I have the will to assess this phenomenon
one by one they leave and return
do I have the will to make the decision
such an enduring joke
it's not even funny
i now see
why i can sleep in the dark again
i hate to the see the suns
shut off the blinding lights
let me have my dark rest
without anyone
laughing to my ears
torturing my bone to tremble
i don't wish to see and hear
let me be.
tensions grow
pain flowers
wounds bear fruits
scars remind me of the first melancholia
requiems ensue
and the grand symphony plays only after my death
but I will not hear the orchestra
I want my little dark room to sleep my eternal slumber
peace deserves a better definition
unfortunately I have not truly experienced it to describe it
I'm only capable of experiences
but not in expressing them
silent madness cannot be described
i mumble.
O listen.
my body? my mind? or my spirit?
neither nor
I am a slave to them all
where am I?
ask them.
when you play, play the higher notes
progressively please
I will to feel as if I am transcending
but of course, I could never
the path to loneliness is predetermined
the path beyond is an interpretation
but really
we are never really lonely
I am certainly preoccupied
they visit me at different times
they?
yes...they.
(laughs incredulously)
they.
The dark room.
I slept once again in darkness.
alone in a not so empty room
I know you lurk somewhere
a sticky sense of impending doom
yesterdays' dreams return
tenaciously awaiting
I am vis-a-vis with You
I shall give You Your due respect
You are more than a worthy foe
I shall give You a proper battle
the doubts You cast upon me
Indeed, leaves me mortally and spiritually wounded
and somehow I am to toil with my mortal body
each day refreshed for a new fight
rotting as I live another day
Yes, You will never leave me alone
I see Your smirk
laugh as hard as I cry
and we shall see who stands at the end
the specters return
and they have a peculiar order of appearance
do I have the will to assess this phenomenon
one by one they leave and return
do I have the will to make the decision
such an enduring joke
it's not even funny
i now see
why i can sleep in the dark again
i hate to the see the suns
shut off the blinding lights
let me have my dark rest
without anyone
laughing to my ears
torturing my bone to tremble
i don't wish to see and hear
let me be.
tensions grow
pain flowers
wounds bear fruits
scars remind me of the first melancholia
requiems ensue
and the grand symphony plays only after my death
but I will not hear the orchestra
I want my little dark room to sleep my eternal slumber
peace deserves a better definition
unfortunately I have not truly experienced it to describe it
I'm only capable of experiences
but not in expressing them
silent madness cannot be described
i mumble.
O listen.
my body? my mind? or my spirit?
neither nor
I am a slave to them all
where am I?
ask them.
when you play, play the higher notes
progressively please
I will to feel as if I am transcending
but of course, I could never
the path to loneliness is predetermined
the path beyond is an interpretation
but really
we are never really lonely
I am certainly preoccupied
they visit me at different times
they?
yes...they.
(laughs incredulously)
they.
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