| As i watch the darkest pages of what seems
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| To be the so-called diary of my mind’s reflections
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| The only relief is i’m turning breathless
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| To walk by the seashore of self-rejection
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| This cold funeral — revel inside
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| My cold funeral — vanishing light
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| Sudden loss of something i never owned
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| But still consider it as one of my personal belongings
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| Obliged to welcome the strange guest i’ve always disliked
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| In this feast of illusions
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| This cold funeral — revel inside
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| My cold funeral — vanishing light
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| Conceive the ending
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| Conceive the potential of nothingness
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| Everything’s said and everything’s wasted
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| It’s like a virus, can you feel this?
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| Everything’s been incinerated
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| It’s something absent, you can’t kill this
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| Everything tastes like desparate dreaming
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| You’re left outside a frame that’s bleeding
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| Everything’s more than anything counted
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| You’re shallow inside to conceive it
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| Finally i understand the poem which seemed to me weird
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| Everything’s said and wasted and everything’s wasted
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| It’s like a virus, can you feel this?
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| Everything’s been incinerated
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| It’s something absent, you can’t kill this
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| It’s like a virus, it’s something abscent
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| You’re shallow inside to conceive it |