the darkness |
and in the darkness i was glad, |
of the dreams i never had,
of the sorrow i never felt,
of loves and little spiraling things*,
and i said to myself:
"hey you, don't go,
don't do this**
i've never done,
don't kill god's only son,
don't kill god,
don't kill dreams -
you know, just to drown out the screams,
wander in the open fields,
and stop to smell the roses."
"roses," i said, "i'm not dead
i'm alive (even though it doesn't seem so)
and roses are still not an option,
give me war, give me peace,
of this... this end"
"this end", i said, "but you're not dead?"
"ah, and ah again"
(as if that would explain anything)
i wandered, in burning fields
* you know, the things that go [...] in the night
** madness, i know
Idre, February 2K1
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