10 novembra 2017

Nightcrawler

roaming the streets
streetlights flicker
and so do my hopes
blood's getting thicker
as I stand in the windstorm
of emotion and air
misery and me forming a pair

it’s true, love is deadly
I do feel dead
having my heart jumping out of my chest
is not as pleasant as I thought it would be
“don’t think about it, just let it be”

roaming the streets
streetlights flicker
and so do my hopes
blood‘s getting thicker
as I’m leaving the heavy rain
feeling future return
in my weak brain

still there’s a need to fight
there’s a need to stay
even when the skies are nothing but grey
as I’m typing this poem I solemnly swear
through the good and the bad
I will remain.

2 komentáre:

  1. Úplne som si teraz predstavil scénu z Dead Poets Society, ako sme sa stretli v noci v tajnej kobke po zákaze vychádzania a pobafkávajúc dýmmku so zatajeným dychom počúvame, ako prednášaš túto smutnú báseň.
    Vždy som chcel byť členom takého klubu...

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