The pain that blows up my head
Feels so strong and makes me crazy!
Alcohol burns in my veins like fire
And my cigarette makes me higher.
My bed is cold to your body
And my body is cold to your touch
But I never think of you
I’ve learned not to miss too much.
Since I was 15, I’m stuck in the darkness of my corner
It seems like yesterday but now the pain is deeper!
I learned to stand, to fight alone
And after all I’ve been through, you say I’m stone ?
Well, maybe am I…
Only if stone can bleed and cry.
Tonight, my floor is a river of blood
And the alcohol I drink becomes mud.
The dead rises up from his grave
Shadows descend,
Stare at me with their red eyes…
My fear has no end
And how I wish it’s all lies!
I try to escape reality but
Many wild pictures cover my head
I hide in my corner
I disappear in my bed…
But the pictures get darker,
The laughs of the ghost are louder
And my scream break down the glasses of the night.
Comments
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some powerful dark and chilling imagery here...good felt emotions abound as well...very well done.
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the fear...separation,abandon et tout le toutim...yeah...somehow i can relate to this...cant say i still live in fear like i used to...but it's still there somewhere,hovering over my nights...u see the key is to face it...but not just think about it and assume u can...it's about taking the action...making the shift...being ready to hurt a bit at first in order to get better later...
think of the great gig in the sky and that huge cry for help that's turned into a magnificent song...it always gets better afterwards...
great piece this is...gave me the chills...
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