Today I wrote nothing
And a face was looking at me through the dark
And the ghost of existence screamed at me
And accused me of knowing nothing.
Emptiness was walking by
With a melancholy song on her lips,
And the image of people passing
Like the foliage of leaves on trees
Like the willow
Sent me asunder
And I stole a D.V.D.
People were looking at me
Do you know how it feels to live in your head?
Countless voices cursing and shouting
But then you realize it's just you.
Do you know how it feels to be alive?
Because those I've met were already dead
Some in fear of living
Some having lived in dread.
And
Today I wrote nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Melancholy pursing through the knife cut sky
And I realized that
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