Cannot
Quelle: Spotify
These cracking bones corrupted
their way towards your silhouette,
sacrosanct and smooth.
The flicker of halogen,
like candles in churches
I never worshiped.
A thing of beauty perhaps,
for those with eyes still in sockets.
I can't believe
in anything anymore.
This air surrounding
not crown but hood.
I cannot see,
I cannot live,
I cannot breathe.
This crackling dust erupted
from wires transmitting
what was once opiate.
An abstracted projection of desires
injected as quickly as possible
into the giddy nervous fools.
A thing of joy perhaps
for those with nerves unfrayed.
I can't believe
in anything anymore.
This air surrounding
not crown but hood.
A fabric of lies.
I can't see,
I can't live,
I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.
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