20 June, 2007

i'm feeling claustrophobic

Many years ago I have this dream about this girl that came flying into my window and wisperd in my ear: You're my boy.


Segismundo encadenado - Salvador Dalí

This is me with another nervous breakdown
My pressure dropped, this body went with it
Memory fails, I'm feeling claustrophobic
I scream my silent pain in this big plain
There's no one here
Tell me who is there now
Who is there with you

I'm taking no calls unless it's her voice
I'm seeing no one unless it's her
I open the mailbox every hour
Maybe I'll hit the postman
I want to hear some love words
But not it that dyslexic voice
No I won't tear apart for you
But I was given no choice

I guess I was trying to keep me alive
But once I was dead there was nothing to do beside
Picking me up and lying me down
Waiting for some angel
To wake me and say to me
"Hello. Don't be scared. I want you to know, you're not dead."


(...)

Am I real? Are you real? Is this real? What's real?
Am I real? Are you real? Is this real?

Tell me, what's real?


angel song - Silence 4

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