The world has changed
As we arranged
That she would come that eve
And when she did, it born the sight
That left the trace of dying light
And cut through all my kef,
We did perform
A total storm
Around the kitchen space,
To target her I threw my plates
As we were driven off the gates
That bound the human face,
The broken night,
The wall inside,
The glass that I did thrash,
Our cries that filled the lovely air,
And catharsis of my despair
Emerged in psychic mash
Of songs of fate
Which spirits played
To bloom inside my head.
The sound was made with my guitar:
"There's no her! I must be far
From where my sun has set!",
The attention bright,
The scene, the light,
The rest I ever felt
Are left behind the bolted door
As in that world I sought for more
Than all the helms I held.
I played the beast
To make, at least,
The only feeling strong,
I made her suffer by the sights
That I have filled with dancing lights,
By things that we could long,
I failed to feel
And by my will
Projected on the wall
The views of places we enjoyed
And crushes that we might avoid
Together in our fall,
She dropped to cry
And when the sky
Enlightened through the scene
She took a knife and for our sake
Five bleeding letters of "AWAKE"
Were cut upon my skin,
I held my hand
Until the end
Of instant mind exchange,
Within a spectral chance we missed,
There was no reason to resist -
It would have made no change.
The psychic sketch
Of some mismatch
Was drawn to understand:
She could not simply leave that place
Until I got that in this haze
We'd lost the wonder land,
Disbalanced fade,
Delirious state
Have covered us to show
The broken picture of a mind
And woeful pieces of delight
Inlaid in final glow.
The hell is done,
The doze is gone
And drugs affect no more,
I think she was here as I see
Inscriptions that no-one but me
Could color with my gore,
There’s no-one here -
The fact is clear,
I’m trapped in silent cell,
Unfinished song can never stain,
Oh, let me take the doze again,
I want back to that hell!
1996 март 27
Дом : Лирика