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Taste remorse bleeding from my lips,
Feel the pain of my dreams unleashed.
Shooting stars struggle to eclipse
One last flash of a perfect wish.

Make the way with me,
Help my spirit flee,
Set my soul free,
It is smothered.
Let me find my place
In this tempting haze,
In the night’s embrace,
I am bothered.

Hear the sounds, deafened sounds
Of reveries’ lullabies,
As I reach spaceless bounds
Of welcoming purple skies.
Yes, I live just this way,
But it’s an illusion, fake,
And I curse the damned day
That finds me to wake me.

Trapped by the truth,
I curse its majesty,
Dreams of my youth
Lose sense of gravity.

I’m not sane, not mad,
Not alive, not dead,
Shades of past regret
Haunt me farther.
I am straying blind
With my truth denied
On the other side
From the others.

Hear muffled sounds, deafened sounds
Of reveries’ lullabies,
As I reach spaceless bounds
Of welcoming purple skies.
Yes, I live just this way,
But it’s an illusion, fake,
And I curse the damned day
That finds me to wake me.

Quelling silent screams,
All alone,
Listing paper dreams
On my own,
I am sick of this
Absurdism,
what’s the way it is?
Escapism!

Dreams are all shattered,
What could be worse?
Doom of the life in fetter,
Filled with the same remorse.

Fight or surrender?
Shield or defender?
I’m helpless at anything.
Thoughts of despair
Twirl in the air.
I’m losing my everything.

Hear muffled sounds, deafened sounds
Of reveries’ lullabies,
As I reach spaceless bounds
Of welcoming purple skies.
Yes, I live just this way,
But it’s an illusion, fake,
And I curse the damned day
That finds me to wake me.

I say: “Good morning everyone”,
Turn on the light. The morning sun
Will never choose to greet this place
Of greed-trapped minds and sheer disgrace.
Some beer into inner space
To sink reality for instance
Is just the way of my resistance
Within this suffocating maze.

The fussy crowds in hurrying trams,
The same old streets, the traffic jams
Are too disgusting for my eyes -
They seek lush colors of surprise.
My heart’s a rose yet to bloom,
And all it needs is Heaven’s cater,
But I will never break the fetter
Of northern winds and autumn gloom.