Just a bit of paper on which to splatter a bit of my soul
just some black ink with which to paint a hole
just a heartbeat's rhythm played in the dark
just a last desperate try to light a tiny spark
I cannot feel the good in the worldly plan
not to say I can't see beauty, because I can
but I cannot see what the world wants for me
and what I want apparently cannot be
I have a heart made for one thousannd and three
though it breaks just as easily
as the tiniest twig on the tallest tree
I am not made for eternity
though I feel it rattle my heavy bones
though it wracks me hard with sobbing groans
give me a silence deeper than I have found
release me from the world that keeps me bound
I cannot seem to free my thought
so bring me down til I am nought.
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